Life has always been easy and great, I always got what I wanted, when I wanted it, and the people I wanted.
Nobody had to question if I was the most popular girl in school, because it was always obvious.
The girls all practically begged for me to talk to them for a minute just so boys will notice them, the teachers always gave me good grades because my father donates half the school's budget, and best of all, all the boys practically drooled over me. I mean, what guy wouldn't be drooling over me? Five foot two inches of perfection. Perfect blonde hair, stunning green eyes, gorgeous tanned skin, full lips, perfect makeup, and best of all, killer clothes that even make the teachers take a second glance.
Everyone either wanted to be me, hated me, or best of all, wanted me.
With great power - and beauty - came great responsibility, such as holding the fate of everyone in Westbrook Highschool in the palm of my gorgeous hand.
Everyone wanted to use me for my power and popularity, which I loved, everyone needed me.