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What would you give up to be perfect? Four teens find out in the New York Times bestselling companion to Impulse.
Everyone has something, someone, somewhere else that they’d rather be. For four high school seniors, their goals of perfection are just as different as the paths they take to get there.
Cara’s parents’ unrealistic expectations have already sent her twin brother Conner spiraling toward suicide. For her, perfect means rejecting their ideals to take a chance on a new kind of love. Kendra covets the perfect face and body—no matter what surgeries and drugs she needs to get there. To score his perfect home run—on the field and off—Sean will sacrifice more than he can ever win back. And Andre realizes that to follow his heart and achieve his perfect performance, he’ll be living a life his ancestors would never understand.
A riveting and startling companion to the bestselling Impulse, Ellen Hopkins’s Perfect exposes the harsh truths about what it takes to grow up and grow into our own skins, our own selves.
women are kissing. One, a pretty blonde, unbuttons her blue silk blouse, spilling flesh like fruit from a bowl. The other, dark-haired like Dani, is quick to sample the offering. I can’t stop watching. Now this is what I call a chick flick, says Sean, and when he opens my blouse, moves his hands over my skin, I let him. And when he kisses down the front of me, I lie back on the couch, invite more. Next thing I know, we’re both out of our jeans. Sean surprises me, hesitating long
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myself? Change doesn’t come without invitation. You won’t discover it in routine. And you won’t create an all-new and better you if you wait for someone else to give you permission. Transformation begins— and ends—inside of you. 526/851 527/851 Transformation Isn’t easy when most of the people in your life think you’re already perfect, and want you to stay just how they see you. Try to begin a new phase, you’d better expect push-back. Try to create a whole new you, your
long time that it’s a long way up to that patch of blue, and sometimes it takes extraordinary measures to reach the stratosphere. Today I’m going for broke. Mom drives me to the hospital. Are you nervous, honey? “Uh, let’s see. She’s going to make an incision in that flap that divides my nostrils. Then she’s going to pull my nose skin up between my eyes, exposing the bone and cartilage. Two hours restructuring those, and hopefully when she returns the skin to its normal position, all
afraid of heights. I hope she finds the courage to stand on the pinnacle one day. She deserves to be there. But she has to learn to make the climb solo. Speaking of solos, I have some rehearsing to do. Shantell and I rocked it as a couple. But the second audition is all solos. If I don’t want to fail, I’d better put in some hours with Liana. I’ll need my parents to help me pay for those lessons, so it’s confession time. I have to quit playing it safe eventually. Might as well be