Nate. An ordinary school girl in an extraordinary high school. She goes to West Beverly High. Who doesn’t know that school? People all around the world remember its postal code, 90210. Wearing its uniform is like wearing a world champion boxing belt. Beyond proud. Moreover, they accessorize with gorgeous shoes and fabulous bags.
That’s what the outsiders exactly would think. But for a marginal insider, it feels quite the contrary.
Who wouldn’t feel so small when passing that big, grand school gate? Who wouldn’t feel wobbly riding bike while the others driving Lamborgini? Who wouldn’t feel threaten hearing the sound of Louboutin heels? Who would not feel unconfident seeing Louis Vuitton held in an arm?
Her heart sounds to thud in her ears as she approaches the corridor. She likes being there, but somehow she doesn’t feel that she belongs there. She doesn’t even have seatmate. The only friend she has is Vanessa, her dog.
They say ‘if you wanna play a part, you gotta look the part’. But that wasn’t what my mom taught me. She said ‘just be you’. Sneakers are still the most comfortable shoes for me. Backpack accommodates all the books I must bring each day. My skin, what my new schoolmates call bare-face, is sensitive. So that I can’t put any make up on it.
Okay. To be honest, those words are just my bullshit justification. Those stuffs are the least my dad can buy me. In the deepest side of my heart, I want Burberry, YSL, Prada and Versace to be in my closet too. I want to paint my face with MAC or L’Oreal like the other girls in my new school do themselves. I want my hair to be straight by Monday, wavy by Tuesday, curly by Wednesday, short by Thursday, and long again by Friday.
Her day dreaming is over when her eyes stop at The School’s It Girl, Sharpay Belington. She might look all-alike with all the girls in that school, but she is the most recognized among of all. Every boy wanna date her, and every girl wanna be like her. She literary can’t go...