Wendy P.O.V

"I'm not perfect" I say with my hands currently covering my face from the shyness.

"But Ms.Son I am sooooooo jealous, how are you so perfect, got the looks, the money. I mean I could go on, but what don't you have?!" a stranger is currently on their knees on the dirty road saying things that is sadly what I look in other people's eyes. Of course I love how people are so confident about me doing anything and being perfect doing it but sometimes that just pushes me to hate myself because of the fact that I know I'm not. I know when I'm bad at something yet I push myself so much and pull an all nighter if I don't satisfy myself in something I do. I want people to know this but how could I when I only am 9. That's right, I 've been an "idol" since 7 because I go to singing/dance completions and i always get placed in the top 3. I have A LOT of fans, maybe more than most girl groups now aside from the really famous ones. 

Sometimes I'm proud of myself but other times I face the truth,

We are different from mostly everyone but ourselves, abnor mal because of HIM. The person I knew my whole life. My own.................................

Dad.