Life's Imperfections

Life's Imperfections

Brake Fast
Vanessa

“Vanessa!”

Have you ever wished you were someone else? Lived somewhere different? I don’t my life is perfect! Yeah right… Whose life is perfect? What does it even mean?

Sitting up and turning slightly on her bed Vanessa opened the top draw on her night stand, shuffled through some books and pulled out an old paperback dictionary. On opening the book four pages fell from it to the floor, ignoring that she quickly skimmed through the pages to stop on page _. She then began moving her finger down the page until she found…

‘Perfect’ _. Well if that’s what it means then whose life could possibly be perfect? Everybody needs… Wishes for or… Wants something and wanting is not perfect!

My life is far from perfect…

“Vanessa!”  Now the yell from the kitchen became louder echoing and interrupting Vanessa’s in-thought conversation.

That’s my dad’s girlfriend of two weeks, WAY TO GO DAD! (Two weeks is a long-term relationship for him, he has women in and out of our house and our lives like a yo-yo) This one’s name is Bianca… B.I.A.N.C.A. the B.I.A.T.C.H.

“It’s Nessa!” I yelled back equally as loud. My real name is Vanessa Maria Janice Arquette, but only my mother calls me that. To everyone else I’m Nessa or Nes.

“Don’t yell at me girl, come here!” Her yelling moved to a high pitched squeal, anger clearly in Bianca’s voice. Two weeks and she already thinks she’s running the joint… I’ll show her… Just because dad lets her run his life and use him like a doormat doesn’t mean I’m gonna lie down!

“I’m coming you mole!” I thought aloud. I stood up slowly stretching my arms, yawning loudly, not all that fussed about the fast becoming angry Bianca. Looking down I realized it was going to be an effort getting to the door. My room looked like it hadn’t been tidied in months, but it was really cleaned just last week.
Turning to my right and bending down I reached out and grabbed my fluffy blue slippers from the floor. Pulling them on with great difficulty I slowly and carefully made my way through the discarded dirty washing and stepped my way over three piles of neatly stacked books. After finally reaching the door, I turned the knob with a second yawn to find myself face to face with Bianca.
Bianca is a very attractive woman, tall, lean, with jet-black hair and green eyes, but sadly doesn’t possess a naïve bone in her body. Today she wore a very revealing low cut white blouse, a short black skirt and knee high black boots with a huge heel. Her hair was pulled back tightly into a bun distorting her face making her eyes look like two tiny slits.

“Get your lazy ass in the kitchen… NOW!” Her shrill words shocked me and I fell back onto my sorted piles of books knocking them everywhere. “Serves you right, look at the pig sty you’re living in… If this was my house…”

“But it’s not!” I interrupted defending myself once again. It seemed I’d had to do that a lot lately.
Bianca left the doorway with a new found smirk, pleased by her minor success of once again making my life a miserable one. I got to my feet fuming. How could Dad allow such a crude woman into our home? She’s not the first but there’s still no excuse. Ever since mum left Dad’s become so desperate, he’s willing to date anyone. The worst part is Dad has a very well paying job and everyone knows it. Women young and old line up to give him a go for his money, Bianca’s the youngest yet she’s only 20 years old and Dad’s 42. Which makes Bianca only 4 years older than me, making her old or should I say young enough to be my sister.

“Stupid cow!” I yelled after her.

Well I’m definitely not gonna hurry down to that, she can wait. To blow off some steam I decided to get dressed before going to the kitchen. Once again the task at hand was to make my way through the look-alike war zone to my cupboard. On my way I picked up my school bag from below my dresser, where I had slung it the night before. I unzipped my bag and from it took out my school jumper, which soon after was added to the mountains of clothes on the floor. I continued to step over obstacles until I reached my cupboard, from which I took out a pair of black tight leg jeans, my favourite billabong hoody, a neatly folded school shirt, a pair of socks and my black and white globes and got changed.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Good morning Dad” I chimed in using as happy a voice as I could muster. As I was approaching the dining table I noticed my Dad ‘Mark’ sat reading the newspaper, a morning ritual for whilst he waited for his breakfast.

“Good morning darling” He sang back matching my upbeat morning attitude as he lowered his paper to begin eating the breakfast Bianca had shoved in front of him out of disgust.
As usual he was dressed professionally, looking very smart in his navy blue suit and tie which I thought brought out his beautiful blue eyes. “How did you sleep?”

“Argh finally the little princess decides to make an appearance!” Bianca interrupted with obvious sarcasm in her voice.

“I slept fine thanks Daddy,” I cheerily added keeping as calm as physically possible, trying to ignore Bianca’s rude remarks.

“So what will you have for breakfast?”

“Just a slice of toast for me”

“That’s hardly a breakfast for a growing young woman, let me cook you something decent” Dad said starting to rise from his chair.

“No it’s ok, honest, I’m running late any way” I said jumping to the toaster in an attempt to stop him.

“Don’t worry yourself Mark; she’s a teenager she’s aloud to starve herself!” Bianca said smirking. Dad turned to face me, a worried look crept over his brow.

“You should know, just yesterday you were one!” I said glaring back at Bianca, whose face turned crimson, a smile etched on my face. I imagined her blowing steam out of her nose and ears like the dragon that she really is.

“Please ladies must you fight, it’s such a lovely day and I can’t think of anyone I would rather spend my morning with.” With that Bianca gave me a hard look and turned back to the stove dad began his breakfast and I made my toast for what seemed like a very long and quiet breakfast.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Bye honey, have a good day!” Dad yelled out as he reversed his brand new Mercedes down the driveway.

“Bye dad!” I yelled back and turned to enter the garage to collect my waiting BMX. Dad would of course have dropped me at school, if I had let him, but I much preferred the ride to school, it was a beautiful day and the ride always gave me time to clear my head and plan my day.
Today I decided I would drop past Jimmy’s place, see if he was riding. Jimmy and I have been friends since primary school, we learnt to skate together and haven’t stopped since.
There were a couple of different ways to get to Jimmy’s house from mine, the main roads which generally took about 10mins if the traffic wasn’t too bad, via the skate park which was an extra 5mins out of the way plus however long I actually spent there or through the back alleys which was always very interesting and it only took 5mins tops.
I felt as though the skate park would be a nice start to my soon to be boring day of school, but decided against it as it was the first day and I would rather get to school a bit early to catch up with friends.
As I got my bike out of the garage, I turned to see if Bianca was leaving. She wasn’t, in fact, it turned out to be excellent timing on my behalf as I caught her glaring out the window at me, I smiled and stuck up my finger, I revelled at the look of disgust that flashed her face. How I enjoyed angering her, it had become a new hobby of mine since the cow moooved in.

Just last week I was woken in the middle of the night, Bianca was squawking because she could hear something in the roof. Dad eventually calmed her down (two hours later). The next morning at breakfast Dad let slip that Bianca is petrified of mice, ironic really. My mind swiftly pondered numerous comical skits, skits in which Bianca was confronted with the mouse plague in France 1917, to my surprise they all look like speedy Gonzales. This instantly brought a smile to my face, Bianca biggest Bitch in my life running and screaming being chased by cartoon mice in a cowboy hat speaking Mexican. Classic.
A couple of days later I found reason to use my newly acquired information. Bianca tried to get me busted for chatting all night on the phone to one of my few girl friends from school. Needless to say the next day I spoke to Jimmy about “renting” his rat for the night.
Even as I rode towards Jimmy’s house a smile crept across my face, there really is nothing like exacting revenge.

* * * * * * * * * *

Jimmy

“Jimmy… Jimmy are you up? You need to get up honey, you’re going to be late”, yelled my mum through my locked bedroom door. Once again Mum had no idea what I was up to. Secretly I’d been up for hours smoking a joint with my holiday mate Devon. I know Holiday mate may sound strange, but so was the way we met.

It all started with Nes ditching me for the holidays, some mate, her n her ‘family’ made plans to go to Canada and enjoy the snow. Apart from being extremely jealous of the fact that they were off to snowboard for weeks it also meant that I would be home alone and bored, which I was not looking forward to at all.
I spent weeks prior trying to convince Mum to pay for me to go with them. But I soon gave up, I knew we didn’t have the money. After a couple of days of lonely holidays I’d had enough, being bored at home with only Mum for company. I complained religiously to Mum about it for a few days before she became annoyed and suggested getting a holiday job. I couldn’t believe it, Mum wanted me to get a job, that wasn’t gonna happen, so I convinced her that Holiday camp was the way to go, art camp it was.

After a couple of horrific days of dodging Mum and housework, it was finally time to leave for camp. The camp was at the base of mount _, not quite the same as snowboarding in Canada, but I was determined to make the most of it. The camp was completely surrounded by nature, small cabins, designated campfire spot, mess hall for meals and most importantly a cubicle block, all came with power and water. I was impressed by its location and facilities but mainly its complete lack of structure and organisation. It was like a hippie school…
“Today we want you to explore your inner self and be one with nature. Go to where the wind takes you, find somewhere or something that speaks to you and sketch it. But remember, take your time and enjoy everything that she has to offer.”

Sounded like a pretty simple task, go out into the bush, find a nice cosy spot have a nap, sketch something quickly when you wake up and head back to camp, “You beauty!”

Being a camp of at least fifty or so kids, only half were heading out in the morning, whilst the other half did chores, the idea being that they swap after lunch. But I had other plans I didn’t come to camp to do chores I came to camp to get out of them, so I instead, planned to nap all day and head back in the evening. I would be coming back with the second group and the hippie leaders were so disorganised they wouldn’t even notice. But just to be sure when everyone took off with their mates in the direction of the river, I slunk off in the opposite direction, a bit of distance and a soft, quiet, cosy spot and I’d be set.

IPod on trudged through the bush for about ten, fifteen minutes before I’d had enough and decided on a resting spot. I quickly cleared the floor and laid down for a long awaited nap.

I woke up startled by someone yelling, “Shit, busted” I quietly sat up I could hear someone or something rattling in the bushes not far from me, but couldn’t see a thing. It was nightfall I’d well over slept, guess that bush walk had really taken it outta me.

Being as I was already late back to camp, I decided quickly that unless they came looking for me I’d wait for them to fall asleep and sneak back in the dark. But that was still a long while off and there was still the issue with the moving bush, I slowly got to my feet and peered through a bush, still nothing.

Then suddenly a squeal and moaning, I freaked, was someone hurt? I started running in the direction of the moaning, I didn’t know what good I would be, I wasn’t first aid trained I didn’t even have a mobile to call for help, and to top it off, blood made me squeamish.

It didn’t take long before I worked out what was going on, the closer I got, the clearer the sounds become and the more obvious that this was not an emergency but instead, someone else making the most of this camp. I peered through a bush to find my predictions true, someone was indeed enjoying this camp.
Feeling a little bit perverted I turned away, love making was a very personal thing and how wrong for me to stay and watch or interrupt. As I was walking away, ashamed at the fact that I was very much aroused I heard her yell again.

“Yes… yes… YES! Fuck me harder!” At that moment I knew it was hopeless… Sex is sex and I was a growing man, with a grown penis and a growing urge that required satisfaction. I swiftly fumbled my way back to the couple and found a good spot to watch. I jumped over a log into a small clearing that allowed clear vision for me and not for them. I unzipped my fly and sat on a fallen trunk, porn was nothing like this, the way they moved with each other excitement in their faces, the adrenaline, the sweat the pure ecstasy.
In and out, in and out, they went faster and faster, I kept their rhythm easily, but could not believe their stamina. Gosh she was amazing, clearly a pro touching him touching herself, her neck, her nipples, her stomach her… clit… Oh god her clit! Oh shit here I go… “Awwww!”

“What the  fuck was that?” I heard her say, fuck fuck fuck, they heard me… I sat still frozen to the spot unable to move, not only because I was terrified but also because they had a flashlight pointed in my direction, if I moved they would surely see me… I was screwed.

I heard them muttering to each other, she didn’t sound too happy, still I stayed glued to the trunk.

“Dude we know you’re out there, you may as well come out!” I heard him call as he pulled on his pants. Seriously bro, it’s cool, come out!” I was hesitant, but he sounded genuine. I stood slowly pulling up my pants as I did closely watching their reactions as I approached. My eyes first checked for his expression, the last thing I wanted was to be bashed for being a perve at art camp. He strangely was smirking, chuffed almost, I instantly relaxed, he didn’t seem threatening at all.
My attention immediately swung to the still half naked chick searching for her top in the dark, her breasts were small but supple. I felt myself grow again ‘no no no’, thankfully she was so focused on finding her top she hadn’t noticed. She really was a looker, shoulder length red hair, her breasts revealing how cold she was and a black g-string protruding over the top of her denim jeans.
Suddenly I felt myself stop though at first I didn’t know why, then it hit me… Where was the guy? I turned to find him staring at me on the verge of laughter… What was so funny? Was he psychotic? OMG was he going to kill me now?

“Smoke bro?” he asked handing me a cigarette.

“Thanks”, I said too scared to turn it down. “I’m Jimmy”, I said preparing to take a drag. I sucked in and choked instantly, ‘first time and got it right, good job Jimmy’ or so I thought, he burst out laughing.

“I’m Devon and that’s Caitlin?” he said nodding in the red head’s direction.

“It’s Courtney! And thanks for hiding my shirt under the leaves, it’s all cold and wet now so cheers!”

“Chill babe… come here sit on my lap and I’ll keep you warm?” I couldn’t believe this guy, what an operator. “You should probably take your shirt off that won’t help.”

‘No way, that could never work… But sure enough, off came the shirt.’ This guy instantly became my hero.

We spent the rest of the night enjoying what I thought were cigarettes, needless to say we were all very happy and very hungry by the end of the night.

As it turns out Devon didn’t live far from my house, so with my worshipping the ground he stood on and our mounds of time, we became very close. And so explains the story of the holiday mate, who is now climbing out my window, to slide down the drain pipe.

“Dev, man what are you doin?”

“Sorry Jimbo, time is money and money is time, catch ya later?” He yelled as slid down the pipe landing in the garden bed.

“Wait, what about school? Don’t ya want a lift? I called back, sticking my head out the window just in time to see Devon grab a bag out of the bush and bolt round the corner… “Guess not.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Devon

A nice sesh to start the school year, feeling pretty good right now, might even sell on the long route to the new school. May go past the skate park, a couple of times Jimmy had dragged me along to hang out with him there in the holidays, and I’d noticed some pretty shady characters lurking. Bet they’d be interested in my stash.
I look across the street and notice a small park, I bolt across the road with no regard for traffic or my safety and jump over the bench. Sometimes I just have overwhelming impulses that I can’t help but gratify, so I do. It’s probably part of the reason I’m always in trouble.
Well this bench seems a good spot shaded from the road by the bushes and I get a seat, that’s always a plus. I jump up on the bench and sit on the backrest, bet I can sell some here and just to keep myself busy I might just roll myself a few more splifs, being as Jimmy and I finished off the half a dozen I’d rolled last night.

Here we go potential customer number one… Lanky bloke, long ratty hair, wearing a trench coat, fits the stereotype. “Hey man you got a lighter?” clever Dev man now if he’s got one its likely he smokes you can offer him a drag of yours and see if he wants some for himself, kinda a try before you buy situation. Another bonus of course being that if he doesn’t you don’t have to ask him if he wants some therefore keeping your secret and protecting yourself. GENIUS!!

“Yeh,” he softly murmured to himself, before his hands shot out of the coat and started swiftly scampering their way through his mass of pockets. It was actually quite mesmerising to watch this guy that moves and talks at snail pass, use his hands in such a way they seemed almost mechanical. Finally he presented an orange lighter, which he then slowly and almost reluctantly handed to me.

“Cheers,” I mumbled with the splif in my mouth as I prepared to light up. As I lit the joint I took a big drag, held it in and intentionally blew it in his direction. A winning move if he liked the J, there are few that can resist. Now the key here is to hold the lighter to ask the question kinda like little kids do, ‘If you want this toy, then you’re gonna have to play with me, do you want the toy?’
Smart really, they want something you have you use it to get their attention and then get what you want, good business sense I say.
“Did you want some?” I asked holding out the splif. Lankysaurus looks at the joint, then at me, then back to the joint longingly, before ripping it outta my hand. Unbelievably quick hands, still can’t tell if he’s a robot…

“Thanks, haven’t had… weeks, supplier… jail.” He stammered between drags, instant sale, stoked.

“Well mate I’ve got plenty so what’s your poison? Some more J? D? E? Some of the flash for the man himself?”

“Nah, just the weed…” he wheezed taking the last toke.

“Yeh, aiight, sweet man, you want a $25?” He slowly nodded, as I imagined his brain sending instructions to his crazy robotic hands to find his wallet. We made the deal and moved in opposite directions, and as an added bonus I scored a lighter, what a top day.
I continued my journey to the skate park, it wasn’t far and I was already going to be late for school so I really didn’t see the point in hurrying. I took the long way round down a few back alleys; you never know who you’ll find lurking in the shadows.
As I’m walking through one of the many alleys in the area I hear a bike and just in time jump outta the way.
“What the… Slow the fuck down!” I yelled after her as I started collecting my gear.

“Sorry are you ok?” I look up surprised that she’d come back. I was then pleasantly surprised by the view, god her jugs were amazing and right there practically on my face, I almost forgot what had happened.

“Wow, chickolita, why you in such a hurry hey?” I blurted in an almost Mexican accent.
“Excuse me?” She replied sarcastically, “why are you acting all shady walking through an alley?”

“Chicka calm down, Uncle Devon didn’t mean to startle you, why you in such a hurry huh? You being chased?” I teased, buying time for me to continue greatly enjoying her large supple breasts.

“What? I’m not being chased?” Boobs, boobs, boobs.

“Do you wonna be?” I wonder if she has large nipples?

“Are you hitting on me?” She asked looking puzzled but clearly interested in me and my cock.

“Were you not the one trying to hit me?” Smooth Dev man, smooth, like her melons.

“Aw sorry about that, I didn’t see you and I’m sorta late for school, on the way over here I found a dirt track with some homemade jumps and I kinda got carried away.” She pointed to a graze on her knee, this chick is pretty bad ass, I’d totally fuck her.

“Not a problem,” I said standing up and dusting myself off. “You’re clearly in worse shape than me; I’m hard as a rock!” I winked hoping she’d get the pun and want to jump on my… ‘Hard’ bone. “Hey I’ve got a little something that will take away the pain, you interested?” I smiled at her suggestively.

“Awww, no, it’s ok, I’m fine, but I really should be going, I’m late for school.” Damn, either she ain’t too smart or she’s very innocent? Oh well, guess she ain’t buying, but she’s still good for a spanking.

“Alright if you’re sure Chicka, maybe some other time then?”

“Sure some other time!” she called back as she rode away. Damn that chest!

* * * * * * * * * *

School is for suckers

Lily [Lee]

“Being late to school is not something we like to encourage at Perry Lakes. So to show you all (Cody, Hunter, Lee, Madi n Nes [stupid besties of queen bee Cassie n Nicole, stoner Steve, Nerd Eric, Jock Ryan, Danielle and Crystal ‘in chicks’]) how lenient we are, you can all get better acquainted during lunch and recess detention and see it as a severe warning to you all.” Barked Mrs Corgidge ironically, can’t believe the old bag is still working here.

Rotten luck this morning, for once I was trying to get to school on time, being first day back, thought it might be worth my while. Get here early, scope out the potential with Cody, then find a way to convince him to ditch class, visit the all-girls school down the road… But it would never work, firstly I’m never on time and Cody is way to goody goody to wag; NOTE TO SELF… Gotta find a better bad boy to hang with.

“You’re all dismissed to your first class and don’t even think of skipping detention because everyone you miss will earn you double and for Christ’s sake… don’t be late…” By the end of her speech she’d lost steam, like she knew we were all screwed anyway.

After she’d finished talking and dismissed us Cody practically ran out the door to get to first class. “Cody you ball-less Squid!” I shouted after him, guess he wasn’t gonna skip with me, but maybe someone else in the failure to attend school on time class will… No good asking the girls, I’d ask Madi but then I’d possibly be too distracted by her cuteness, besides I highly doubt she wants to pick up private school chicks. As hot as that would be, and as much as that would entertain me, I’m like 97% sure she’s straight.

Grrr Cody terrible friend, now I’ve got a choice of Eric, (I’m sure it would be easier to convince a rock to walk than a nerd to skip), then there’s Ryan but he loves himself too much to let anyone else and then newbie who doesn’t talk or the stoner walking towards the back of the school… Well I guess he’s heading in the right direction.

I decide to give silent ninja assassin style chase, don’t want him to freak out over me following him. At one point I thought the game was up, when he turned down the English corridor into the main quad, it wasn’t a very sneaky way outta the school we’d definitely be spotted. As I turned the corner I realised why, coming towards me was Miss hotter than a chilli pepper. Boy was she a stunner, you know what, thinking about it, I can’t even remember her last name… hmmm, no matter, she was the reason I got such great grades in English the year before last, never have I ever worked so hard in such a boring subject. Needless to say I’d definitely do her, guess there’s no harm in trying to charm her to the dark side, for old times’ sake.

“Hey Miss!” I yelled as I lightly jogged towards her, wow top shirt wish she were the one jogging so I could watch her girls in motion.

“Hi Lily, shouldn’t you be in class?” She smiled politely, so right she was and naïve and gullible?

“Actually I’ve got a free period and I’m well ahead in all my subjects, well most of them”. I lied.

“Most of them? You were always so well prepared in my class, what are you having trouble with?” She asked inquisitively as she struggled to carry a stack of books.

“Here let me help,” I said practically snatching the stack from her clasp. “Literature and History, having trouble remembering all the facts,” I replied trying to sound ashamed and disheartened. Secretly I knew those were her two favourite subjects in school, I may not have been taking either but if she were willing to spend some time with me trying to help me through them anyway, I’d definitely be more than willing to put the moves on her.

“Wait, Lily…” she called as she came to a sudden stop, “Here’s my number, if you’re interested, in my spare time I will sometimes tutor students, usually I like them to be from other schools but… No matter give me a call and we will see what we can do for you ok?” She beamed a big smile at me.

“Thanks Miss” I smiled back, god I’m a genius.

“Now Lily… What class are you skipping?” I felt myself redden, damn it! She saw right through that lie guess I’m not as ninja-esk as I thought.

“Math” I moaned.

“Here…” as she scribbled on another bit of paper, “go get a head start!” she handed me the paper that excluded me from attending Math, I gave her back her books and she sent me on my way. Had her eating out the palm of my hand and if I could keep this up hopefully she’d eat me.

I turned and headed toward the library, needed to, to keep my ruse legit. Keeping an eye on my new study partner I quickly turned the corner and headed through the science corridor heading for the tennis courts and cricket nets. I jumped the step and jogged the 50 metres to the cricket nets I was gonna continue on past them to the gate out of the school, but I got a whiff of what smelt like marijuana. I decided to follow my nose, after all, private school girls love to get high. I slowly approached what seemed to be a pot smoking tree.

“Hello,” I called as I moved around the tree to find some guy in casual dress chilling with a joint.

“Sup?” he nodded and then looked around nervously like I was an undercover cop.

“Can I have one?” I asked nodding at the joint dangling from the edge of his mouth.

“Sure…” He said pulling one from his pocket, I grabbed the joint and put it in my mouth, to which he quickly lit. That immediately made me think he was an operator, this could be the beginning of a great friendship.

“Thanks, sooooooo… do you go here? First day?” I asked careful not to look him in the eye incase he was some total mental case.

“Yeh… Suppose too.” He said glaring into the distance, “Wasn’t really feeling it… you?” he asked inquisitively looking me up and down making me self-conscious.

“Yeh, but I was thinking I’d take off for a bit, have some wild adventure…”

“Nice, so slaying dragons today or learning to fly?”

“Actually I was thinking more damsel in distress…”

“So you’re gay then huh?” he smiled.

“That’s a bit presumptuous… what would make you say that? Maybe I’m the damsel??”

“Please… firstly the way you dress says I’m a chick but I’m a total tom boy, secondly the way you move says you paid a lot of attention to the way a guy walks and have mimicked that, then of course there is the badge on your bag” he winked at me. Grrr the badge was a total giveaway rainbow ‘Live Life to Love’ = l…l…l… Lesbian!

“Yeh ok so you’re right, whatever, don’t get too excited the badge is a total giveaway.” I said poking my tongue at him. He smirked seemingly very proud of himself.

“So where are we headed sir knighticus?” His smile grew larger, possibly at the sarcasm and my reaction to it.

“Whatever… I! Am heading over to the all-girls private school, I don’t know what you’re doing loner!”

“Hey now there’s no need to be mean, us lady killers gotta look out for one another…” He reached out his hand, “I’m Devon.”

“Lee…” I said shaking his hand.

He suddenly pulled me in close for an embrace and whispered in my ear, “typical”