She pushed back the soft, wavy brown hair, twisted it and gently slid in the plain silver clip. She looked lovely and she knew it. Standing to her full height, not too tall or short, she twirled with her ballerina's grace and turned to face her twin in the mirror.

Don't even get her started on the dress. She'd made it herself, and it looked fabulous on her. A soft, powdery blue with iridiscent beads and an empire waist, it emphasized her soft curves. She had never been fat, or even skinny. In fact, the only word ever used to describe her figure had been "perfect".

And perfect she was. Tonight, she'd be picking up, she knew, not only Prom Queen, but most likely best dressed, best smile and best couple. And even if she didn't, she knew that it would only be because they couldn't give it all to one person. That had been why she'd gained Dux of the School and Outward Bound Girl 2006, but lost the sports title to Suckup Stacy. That stupid b***ch, they only gave her the title because her loser mother was staff.

But no, she didn't use words like "b**ch", she was a lady. And it didn't matter anyway, Suckup Stacy wasn't getting anywhere. Not if she could help it anyway.

Best couple? Of course!! Her and Andrew had been the class couple voted most likely to succeed...and she knew she was going to marry him. Truth be told, though, he was getting a little bit clingy....she didn't know if she had the same control over him she once did. But she couldn't let everyone down.

NOT that she cared what they thought!!!! They were just pawns, after all. Andrew and her WOULD work things out, she was sure. She was always sure.

And then, when they were married, she'd have four beautiful children, two girls and two boys. Aahhh, she could see it now. Her two girls, with normal, gorgeous names that were still unique (Honey and Scarlet), would be head cheerleaders and ballet dancers, as well as play the violin and piano, just like her. They'd be valedictorians and prom queens, and they'd dress in soft pink to flatter the perfect figures she was sure they'd sport.

As for her sons, Jordan and Zach, they'd be pro footballers, but still manage to play the guitar and drums, and they'd be handsome and never be without dates. They'd be buff and muscular without looking like those greasy pansy born-of-steroid losers on WWE, and they'd both, of course, end up doctors.

Or scientists. Or with NASA! Or Microsoft!

She could see the possibilities now. Oh yes, she'd end up with the perfect family.

That would show all of them. All of them that dared say she'd never be happy. All of them that said she was too high strung, too, they dared say, perfect.

Hah.

There was no such thing, and she was proving it!

They'd all live together, happily ever after.

And here's the punchline:

None of them would actually be happy.

Queen Sana at 6:52 PM