Perfect

Snowflakes fell into the soft hair of a small girl sitting in a field. The girl was named Poppy. She had hair that was a light brown and pale green eyes. Her skin was very light, and she was very thin.

Poppy smiled at her friend, Ana. Ana was tall like Poppy and thin as well. She had dark brown hair and light brown eyes. They looked quite similar; like sisters. And they both looked like models.

"You shouldn't eat that," Ana said to Poppy as she reached for a chocolate in her bag, "it`s fattening."

Poppy frowned, but nodded. Ana was right. This food wasn't good for her. She had begun to look so better when she started to listen to Ana.

"You'll look just like the models from our magazines," Ana had told her, "they will all be jealous that you went to London and came back with the London look."

Poppy couldn't wait to get back home and show everyone that she was even more beautiful then they had noticed. She was on her way to becoming perfect.