The bell rang through the class, almost not heard by the sound of scraping chairs and pounding feet. I gathered my things and pushed them into my backpack, zipping it up and swinging it over my shoulder. My group of friends waited for me by the door, watching me as I walked towards them. "Hey, girls." We began to walk down the hallway, down to the lunch room. 

"Your outfit is amazing as always." Gawked one of my close friends, Jenna. 

"Your's too." I grinned, waving my hands at her. The girls behind me laughed a bit before we entered the cafeteria and reached our table. I took my usual seat and pulled out my lunch bag. I unzipped it and grabbed my sandwich, unwrapping it carefully. The girls around me took out their lunches and ate as we talked about what had happened all through the morning.

"Did you see Courtney, today? Her shirt was so old-looking." My head shot up at Jenna, annoyed at her words.

"No reason to talk about other people when there's so much we could say about ourselves." I spoke to her kindly, keeping up my 'perfect' reputation. 

"Oh, my, god, Sophia!" Jenna groaned in annoyance. "You are the most popular girl in the school, start acting like it."

I gave her a confused look, even though I knew exactly what she was talking about. "Even if I am popular, I don't need to treat other people rudely to stay that way. After all, I got here by being kind, right?" Just as I finished speaking, someone plopped into the seat beside me. I turned to find Audre smiling at me with pride. 

"You're right, you got here by being you, so there's no reason to stop being you." She glared at Jenna,"If you don't like the way Sophia is, maybe you should leave." 

Since I couldn't be rude, Audre was rude for me, except I didn't take any part of it. "That's enough, Audre. Calm down." I squeezed her hand with a shaken smile. She nodded and placed her lunch tray in front of her. After finishing the disgusting Mac & Cheese the school had given her, Audre got up and placed a hand on my shoulder. 

"Ready to go?" She asked, swinging her backpack over her shoulder. I nodded while wrapping up my leftovers and picking up my book bag. We both left the cafeteria two minutes before the bell rang and split up, heading to our respective classes. I reached my third period class one minute before the bell rang. 

"Sophia, you really must stay in the lunch hall before the bell rings." My Pre-Calc teacher, Mr. Hall, grinned jokingly.

"But if I didn't get here before the bell rang, how would I walk in on you everyday?" I laughed with him. Once the students filed into the class, Mr. Hall switched into 'serious mode' and slapped his ruler against his wooden desk. He picked up his favorite, blue dry-erase marker and wrote the warm-up on the white board. 

In around two and half hours, school was finally over. I, of course, pretended to be disappointed when I realized that all the clubs had been canceled for the afternoon. I walked to the back of the school and unlocked my car, quickly getting in. I started the car and drove home on the exact speed limit, reaching home at the same time I do everyday, 3:23 PM. I parked the car and walked to the front door, pulling my dull, metal house key. I twisted the golden door knob and opened the door quickly, but not roughly. 

As I entered the house, the wooden, front door bumped into the closet door behind it, in which i placed my black, knee-high boots. I looked at the steps right across the front door and decided against going straight up when I heard someone's voice coming from the kitchen. I walked through the wooden floored living, stepping onto the grey colored area rug. I stepped into the carpeted dining room just to enter the occupied kitchen. I peered into the room, finding my mother standing by the stainless steel stove with a phone against her ear. I entered the room and stood by the wall, waiting for her attention. "I have to go, Linda. Hope to discuss the deal further tomorrow." 

My mother was a business woman, so she was probably on the phone with someone willing to make a deal with her. "Hello, mother." I lowered my gaze in respect.

"Good afternoon, Sophia." She gave me a strict smile. "I'm making dinner tonight." I was slightly shocked at this as my mother never made anything, she usually left it to my father or bought takeout. 

"Yes, mother. Have you come home on a break?" I was still confused as to how she was home so early. If I come home straight after school, there is no one home because everyone is at work or on their way home from school.

"No, I have taken a week off work." 

"Yes, mother." Not wanting to disrespect her, I left the kitchen and hurriedly climbed up the steps. I opened the door to my room and shut it quietly, locking it and rolling into my bed. I went over the events of school until I came over what Audre had said,"You're right, you got here by being you, so there's no reason to stop being you." I muttered her words, then cuddled up against my blanket. "But who am I?" 

I sat in my bed for hours, trying to think of anything I could write in that essay, but there was nothing I could think of. "Maybe I should write down what people describe me as." I whispered as I pulled a piece of paper out of a folder and grabbed a pencil. I wrote at the top, in big letters,"I AM..." First, I ran down the steps and found my mom once again. "Mother, I have a question to ask you."

"Yes, Sophia?" She turned to look at me, ignoring the soup she was boiling. 

"How would you describe me as a person?" I stared at the marble floors, unsure of her answer.

"The perfect daughter." She gave me a real, genuine smile. I took a small step back in shock, not showing on my face. I thanked her and ran up the steps to my room, pulling out my phone. I logged into Instagram and took a selfie, captioning the picture with the question,"Describe my personality in less than a sentence." I posted the picture then proceeded to do the same thing on Snapchat. The comments came rolling in less than a minute. I proceeded to write down each one of the things people commented. I ended up with the list of words with one in the middle of everything,"perfect." 

I scanned the list over and all I saw was perfect this and perfect that. "This- this isn't me." I sighed,"I'm not perfect, I'm..." I fell back onto my bed. "Who the hell am I?" I gathered up my blanket and hugged it as hard as I could. "I'm pretty sure I'm having a identity crises."