Kennedy Dasunne's Story

When I was 16 the faults arrived. Following them were the faulties. I was one of them, though I'd always tried to hide it. I had in fact, been a faulty for years, but my mistakes never were worse then that year. It was nightmarish...

I was 12 when I first faulted. Of course, it wasn't really a mistake. It was intentional. I just shouldn't have done it. Everybody in perfect dreams how their lives would play out if they were imperfect. Then we fix those mistakes and have the perfect life. I thought that the system would never fail....until I didn't get the part in my ballet recital. The part I was supposed to get but didn't. I knew then: something was wrong. Maybe it's because the other girl fixed her mistakes from her dreams as well, and she just fixed them better. All I know is that the scene was supposed to be reversed. I was supposed to be the one getting all dressed up to preform in front of millions and she was the one who was supposed to be packing up her junk and leaving the school forever. Not me. So naturally, I quit. After that, I made small mistakes, but nobody questioned them. After all, we never question dreams. We all dream and no one but you knows how the dream is supposed to play out. Only myself and the other girl knew my secret. And I never thought she'd tell anyone, until she did.

When I was 16 everyone was already pairing up with the people who they knew they were destined to be with. They were very...close, because there was no doubt. Everyone just knew what they were going to do, so there were no issues at all. Except, I didn't have a guy. I knew the reason, of course. I met my guy in college. I wasn't the only one though. A lot of other people hadn't found their girls or guys yet. A lot of the lesbians or gay people hadn't found theirs yet either. (Yes I know what your thinking: those aren't perfect! Well, yeah, it can be. Perfection isn't the old fashioned "traditional" sense. Perfection is doing and being what you were meant to be). To tell you the truth, It was kind of frustrating.

Another problem with our school was everyone had to fit into "slots". There weren't popular or unpopular kids, no. There were just what people were meant to do groups. There were the Fashionable people-cheerleaders, models, designers, the like,(you Bridget)- there were the sporty people-not necessarily jocks,- There were the nerds-very techy, overly focused on grades, destined to make amazing discoveries- Then, of course there was us: The L.A.(Liberal Arts). We were the musicians, the artists, the writers, the singers, the dancers, the actors, you get the picture. There were no misfits because there couldn't be. We were all perfect. Where's the problem? The problem was, the subsection of the L.A.s I was in was not the section I was supposed to be in. I was supposed to be a dancer but I was an actor. I never told anybody this. Only one person knew, and she was in the dancer group. I never imagined she's told them until they started giving me weird looks and inviting me to dance outings. I agreed. Of course I agreed. How could I not? Deep down inside all I really wanted to do was dance. I should have foreseen it would blow my secret.
((more later, I have a club meeting))