I have never failed at being perfect. I never thought about it before. We started of in groups of 13, now there are only 3 of us left. Only one may survive. We were all raised to be perfect, we were bred that way. We knew our future depended on us to be poised and perfect. 13 girls: the number we started with. 3 girls: the number we have now. *MAY BE DESCRIPTIONS OF DEATH* READER DISCRESSION ADVICED