Perfection ((Matt))

I flash back to my day at school as I sit in my room, curled up in my bed. York will be over soon, I told him to come over today, and I'm glad about it. I need something to cheer me up, nothing good has come about lately, and I'm a mess. I wish for something to take away the pain, but I'm not the druggie type. Whatever.

I hope he'll like my house, it's nowhere near his in it's size or grandeur, but it's a beautiful house for my taste. I don't have a maid, but I assume we could have one if my mother wanted one. Her parents are government officials, so we're well off, and my home life is stable. Not comfortable, but stable, and they don't mean the same thing.

It never stopped snowing, and I hate the snow, snow is ugly. Well, when it melts, it is ugly. I stare out of the window, watching the snow fall over District One. I pet the tabby cat on my bed, Marina, I've always loved animals.

York will be here any minute, or so he told me, it's five in the afternoon. I smile as I drift asleep, and I dream of York. But it only stays good for seconds, and then I see Xavier. At some point, I scream.