Ella's Perfection

Not a single hair can be out of place. Ella thought as she clamped her hair between two hot plates. Any little chip in her nail polish must be repainted, and any blemish on her face must be concealed. Perfection. Perfection is key. Everyone on Earth has to be perfect in order for society to prosper; therefore, it is imperative that everyone must do their best to look impeccable.
Before Ella slipped on her light purple shirt from JCrew and her jeans from American Eagle Outfitters just like every normal girl in her grade would be doing at the exact same moment as her, she had to make sure that she has not worn any of those clothing items within the past three weeks; it’s a rule. Ella walked out of her house to catch the bus to school. “Goodbye,” Ella breathed as she brushed past her Mother as she kept her eyes glued to her cell phone. Instagram, Snapchat, iMessage, Instagram, Snapchat,
Do you ever do anything for yourself? You spend so much time trying to make yourself look perfect that you probably don’t have time to do anything else,” Lynn queried. Ella felt her face’s temperature rising, and stated, “I have to go. See you tomorrow.” She grabbed her backpack and rushed out of Lynn’s house, only slowing down when her house was in sight. That night after Ella took her contacts out, she felt around her bedroom for her bed. She slid under the covers, and instead of going straight to sleep, Ella laid there. Over and over again, Lynn’s questions rung in Ella’s head. What is normal? What is perfection? Who even made these words up? Do I do anything for myself? I don’t think I do...I don’t even like doing my hair or the clothes I wear. Who have I been living for my whole life? Myself or for society? Ella questioned herself.
Before she knew it, Ella saw the sun rising. Her lamp lit up her room with two claps, and she rubbed her eyes. Stumbling to her bathroom to put her contacts in she realized something; her vision was perfectly