Creative Writing

As a little girl I had always dreamed of finding the perfect boyfriend, and going to the perfect college, and eventually having perfect children. But before the children come I would of course have to have the perfect wedding.

My parents always told me about how wonderful their wedding was. And how that was the best day of their life, but as a child I never saw that they were actually happy together once. Growing up I most definitely didn’t have the perfect family. My parents were still together, but things weren’t going right. I could tell something was up. Every night they would argue saying that they wanted to leave each other but if they did they didn’t know who would get the kids. They both wanted to fix their problems, but neither of them wanted to go see a counselor. I would always hear them yelling about the word “affair” I didn’t know what that word meant, but I knew it was something bad, because affair just doesn’t sound like a nice word. I wish that they would stop yelling, and that things would just turn out right. “Maybe things will get better once I become a big kid.”

10 years passed, and I was a Senior in High school, things still weren’t good. They have gotten better, but they still weren’t perfect like I had always dreamed of. Away from home everyone thought I had the perfect life. My boyfriend was the star quarterback of the football team. I was the cheer captain, and homecoming queen. I had my life made for me, at least that’s what I made people believe. I had straight A’s and everyone came to me with math homework. “ Two weeks left in school, what should I do with them?” “I have the perfect idea.” “Party!”


The party turned out to be a success and school was out. I was off to college at UCLA to be a doctor. MY high school sweetheart came with me to become a doctor as well. 4 years had passed and we were finishing up our last year of college. It was Easter break and Trevor was taking me on a long date to my favorite place. The place where we had our first date. We were half way through our date, and he knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said, “Emily, I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you marry me?” Trevor was the only one I could see myself living the rest of my life with. “Of course!” I reply with exuberant joy.

College was over and we both had a good job working in the same hospital. Tomorrow was our wedding day, and I was so ready. The wedding was perfect just like I had always wanted. Off we go on our honeymoon. We were driving down the Hawaii roads when we drove over the bridge. It collapsed. News reporters rush to the scene. Along with my mom. “It was true; everything she had dreamed was happening.” “And now it’s over.”