Perfectly Imperfect
What happen when two different girls become friend and find out they can teach each other life lesson that they never had and might never will if they never meet each other? Will the lesson destroy their life or make it perfect for them. Follow the story of a rich, good girl and a wild yet not so wild average girl.
Interview
1. Please tell the readers a bit about yourself.
Yo! My name is Ira, I'm 18 but people usually mistake me for a 14 or 15 because of my height and face. I'm 4'8" and my weight never went over 90 pound because if I eat more than I usually do I will vomit. I was born in Malaysia and a proud Muslim. English is my second language. It was a challenge for me to write a story in English mostly because in my country we use a mixture of British and American English, usually more British but I will break it down someday! I like watching anime, Jdrama and a little bit of JPop and JRock. Japanese is the next language I like to conquer after English.
2. What types of books do you write?
Romance and Fantasy and also trying to write a humour. I'm a hopeless romantic although I never really experience love. Believe it or not, I never had a boyfriend.
3. How many books have you written?
3 books but never finish it mostly because of my bad procrastinate habit. The first one started when I was 14 but I never post it only my close friends read it. Hopefully I can finish Perfectly Imperfect because it was all plan out in my head but I never really had the time to write it yet. I have written a lot of short stories.
4. What movie and/or book are you looking forward to this year?
For a movie, I'm aching for 47 Ronin to come out just because my favourite singer/actor in it. For a book, there is too many I'm looking forward to read.
5. What type of books do you enjoy reading?
I prefer romance, fantasy and humour. I love it when the couple had some hardship, a really bad one that made your heart squeeze in a painful way then boom! They solve it and end up together.
6. If you were stranded on a desert island what 3 things would you want with you?
1. A camping kit. Even though, I can't build a tent but at least I can try.
2. A knife. Even if there is one in the camping kit.
3. A writing kit. So that I can write to prevent sanity left me.
7. Are you considering a sequel?
Depends. If I only get a few reader I might not make a sequel but if I make it, the main character won't be the same but they still make appearance in the book.
8. What inspired you to become a writer?
I always love reading since the day I started learning to read. I used to read under the table when the teacher was teaching because I easily get bored (I used to sit at the back so it was easy for me consider there was almost 40 students in my class), that was when I'm in elementary school. When I started high school, there was no more than 25 students in class, so it was hard to read in class. Then I started to come out with a possible ending for the book that I was currently reading (while in class). Before realizing it, I already change the story my way that almost 100% different than the original one.
Excerpt
Pain.
The only word I could think of but the word didn't even do me any justice for what I'm feeling at the moment. It was indescribable.
Hurt
Betrayal.
Hatred.
Words that never left my mind nor my body. It felt like a dagger was shove in me that tore my inside from below. Beautiful was the word that never crossed my mind when it happen, hell not even one positive word made it way to my mind. Love was way far from it. It was funny consider he claimed to be totally 'in love' with me.
I never felt so disappointed in myself. I was so ashamed to myself that I let it happen. I know it wasn't entirely my fault but it was me that trigger it. He even said so himself.
The tingles in my fingers and toes made me realized the drug has finally ran out my system. I tried to lift my fingers to get the feel again but failed to do so. I guess it hasn't ran out yet. I gave up after a few more tried and just lied there. I stared blankly at the door in front of me.
The pain was too much, I decided to focus on the sound around me. The only sound I heard were the water from the bathroom behind me. Tears swelled up inside, stuck in my throat but I made sure it didn't get through. I won't let them, not now maybe not ever.
The sound of water's stop made me froze. My sense at their perk, trying to catch any sound but it was dead silent. My body tense when the sound of the bathroom door was heard. Footsteps made its way to me, louder and louder.
When it finally stop, I felt a present of someone standing behind me. The bed dipped behind me, making me flinched. His presence was getting closer and closer. Until I could feel his warmed breath burning my ears. I tried with all my might to stop trembling the moment he touched my hair and pushed them aside, exposing my ear.
"Thanks darling and don't forget, this is our dirty little secret." He whispered.
My body jerk and automatically my eyes shut tight.
"Aww... Don't be like that darling," I flinched at the word 'darling', "You asked for this, I've no choice." He finished and a dark chuckled left his mouth.
He got up and the sound of the door opened and closed indicating he had left the room made my body relax a bit but not fully, maybe never would.
It felt like eternity when I finally opened my eyes and convinced myself that I'm really alone. I swallowed my tears and got up with trembling legs. It was a wonder that I made it to the bathroom. I looked at my reflection through the mirror.
The moment I did, made me thrown up. The image of what happen less than two hours ago had burned in my mind and decided to repeat itself over and over. After I successfully empty my stomach, I made my way to the mirror again. I didn't puke this time consider I already had nothing occupied my stomach but most of it because I accomplished to block the image from my mind.
I still looked the same only my eyes looked a bit different but I couldn't put my finger on it. I didn't realised then, that I would never looked at the world the same way. I took a deep breath to control my tears that was threatening to get out but I would never let them maybe not ever. Tears meant weakness. That was the only thing I would never displayed again. Never again.
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