That's me, Amy. Nerdy, goodytwoshoes, straight A, Amy. First day of high school. Pico High sounds like another one of thos eplaces where I'll get teased and put down, just like junior high. Maybe if I can find the shade of the walls in a dress, I can blend in and no one could see me. I walk through the door to my doom, and the first person is see is Selena. Selena is a beautiful blonde, never worn anything below mid-calf in her life, popular kinda girl. Who for some reason, hates me. This isn't one of those stories where "we used to be friends" or "I did nothing to her." Yeah, I do know why she hates me. But tats irrevalent. Today she is wearing a pruple and pink mini dress and her higlights seen shinier than they were last year. And I say this because its commonly known that her hair is NATURALLY like that. Weird huh?
Shes like the queen bee of...everyone.
 She already seems to have the senior boys drooling, the juniors glancing, the sophomores acting goofy. She turns to me, surveying my look. I try to open my locker. She pulls out her phone, texts someone, and one of her nearby friends start to giggle. Do they really have to text each other from three feet? If this is Day 1, I'm in for one heck of a year.