Little Miss Average
Plainsboro High is a school for the rich, famous and beautiful. Everybody in this school had money, a respected name, and a beautiful face. It’s like every single person in this school was fated to be superior—all thanks to their pretty little faces and their snarky, bitchy attitudes. Everybody was like that, probably except for me.
I mean, sure, my family had the respectable name and the money the school required of their students. Right. I got the rich and probably a little bit of the famous. But the beautiful? I don’t think so.
I’m short, pale and dull-looking. Everyone around me is tall, tanned, and vibrant. I’m average and they’re not. This is where everything is different. Because in this school, you can’t be just average.
Being average is much like being a wall. People pass you by everyday, barely sending a glance when they walk across the hall. It’s hard being in a place where everybody thinks they’re better than you.
I couldn’t wait to get out of here. I can’t wait to be better than average.