Snippet #1924133

Pearlie was fuming.Who does this guy think he is? Gently she nudges Vivian behind her and squared herself towards this Zenith.
"Favours? Listen Jerkoff. I don't know who you think you are but I had never left my home before today. I had never met another living soul besides my parents today and I sure as hell didn't bribe anyone to keep me from being taken away. It's obvious you've got issues especially with the Perfect. But I'm not the one you should be angry with. I'm not perfect." She ploughed on like a steaming train. She couldn't get over how judgemental Zenith was being just because her only deviation was only slightly different from Perfect.
"And another thing. I get you are angry at the Perfects because they get to live for being born with the right genetics and you don't. But there is a difference. Have you ever thought of whether that persons soul is perfect? Are they kind? Do they do the right thing? Obviously no. Our parents changed because they had a deviant child and a love for a child is greater than disgust for difference. But even then I believe from the way you act you obviously had parents who didn't change. Most of the Perfects have warped souls. But we as deviants should have the courage to do the right thing. What does hatred do? What does anger and lust for revenge do? It just proves that you are just like them." She was breathing heavily and could see in Zenith's eyes that he wasn't impressed but she hoped on the inside that she had sparked something. Many times had she talked with her parents about the right and wrongs of this world. She took a deep breath ready to make her final statement. After this she planned on just leaving. She didn't particularly want to hear what he had to say. In reassurance she entwined her fingers with Vivian.
"I see it in your eyes that you hate me for being near Perfect. Don't you think that for my whole life I've been hated myself for not being Perfect but not having a deviation that really sets me apart? You don't even bother to get to know me and already you hate me just because I look nearly Perfect. That in its self says you are closer to being Perfect than I am." With that she turned on her heels and gently pulled Vivian after her because she couldn't bear being alone. Whether he called after her or not she didn't care, she had said her mind and that's all she had ever wanted to do.