Little Miss Perfect

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- I believe in control,

the only force mighty

enough to bring order

in the chaos that is my world.

- Congrats!

- Oh, thanks.

- "Oh thanks." Like

it's not a big deal?

- It's really not.

- To some people, it is.

- Hey Lyla.

Sorry about the...

- Oh, please.

I'd much rather

be your VP anyway.

- Okay.

Alright ladies, settle

down, settle down.

Alright, see we're all here.

Oh, I had a chance to read

these and I have to say,

these are really, really great.

Thought-provoking and

critically engaging.

I am very, very

impressed with your work.

Now, anyone who's interested

in a little extra credit

should consider

applying to Columbia's

annual Young Writer's Program.

They're accepting applicants

for their pre-college workshop.

I think you'd be a great fit.

Yes, Lyla.

- If we apply, can we

come by after school

for some extra one-on-one help?

- Um,

you can use the rest

of the class time

to work on the assignment.

If you have any questions,

feel free to ask.

- I got a freaking B+,

can you believe it?

- You did so bad.

- Well, what did you get?

- Um,

I passed.

- He said he wasn't

gonna be easy on us.

- Well, you got

an A, didn't you?

- Of course she did.

- Hey Belle!

- Oh my God.

- Look what I got.

Want a ride?

You have to say yes.

- Say no.

- Hi guys.

Hey Gus, nice car.

- Come on, get in.

- No way.

- Well, why not?

Look, I'll just drive you home.

- Gus, you don't have a license.

- Yeah, I do.

- No, you don't.

You have a permit, you're

supposed to be driving

with a parent.

- Yeah, well yeah

yeah, whatever.

Just come on, get in.

- Sorry.

Then, Mr. Davy said

I had a good chance

at getting into the program, so

I'm gonna apply for the summer.

Well, that's perfect.

- Which means I have to go

to Columbia for the workshop,

which means I already

have a good chance

at getting in there for college.

I know it's early, but

you have to start thinking

about college early, because

one thing affects another

and everything else.

- Hmm.

- Why don't you ever ask me

how my day at school goes, dad?

- We know we don't have

to worry about you, Belle.

- I got elected class president.

- That's great,

sweetie, congratulations.

- Thanks.

- President of the school, wow.

My baby is so smart.

- Not of the school,

dad, just my class.

Like the freshman class.

- Sorry.

Yeah, Bob.

- - Annabelle.

- Freshman.

- English Honors.

- Mr. Davy.

My role model...

My role model is my mom

because she is the person

in my life who

cares most about me.

She is smart, beautiful,

and hard-working,

everything I wanna be.

She helped me make

pins and posters

for my presidential campaign,

helped me write my speech,

and even baked cupcakes

for the PTA.

She wants to see me

succeed and pushes me

to live up to my full potential.

I try to make her proud.

- Mom, mom can I come in?

Mom! I'm coming in!

Mom.

Dad, where's mom?

- Uh, in the darkroom.

- No she's not, I

was just in there.

- I don't know, sweetie.

She must have stepped out.

- All her photos,

everything's gone.

- You know, she must have

had an exhibition tonight.

- She didn't tell me about it.

Mom.

Hey mom, it's your Anabelle.

Just wanna know when

you were coming home.

I got some really good

news at school today.

Call me back when you get this.

Oh! I'm applying for

this writer's program

and I've been working on my

application essay all day.

I should really take a break,

but I kinda wanna finish it.

Are you at an exhibition?

I can come visit.

Call me back when you get this.

Mom, I didn't get to tell

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