I just thought of this right now. I haven’t even edited it or anything. Just wrote and wrote and this is what I came up with. Please tell me what you think.

I will never, ever forgive my father’s old company. How could they fire him like that? Now, we’re poor and have to leave our beautiful house for a crappy place in California where I have to go to public schools. A place with lazy teachers and students involved in gangs and having sex under the stairs during lunch, or at least that’s what I saw in movies. I’ll have to leave all my friends and our daily discussions of the new trends and diets. I’ll have to start all over and try to be popular again! It took so long for me to gain alpha status at my private school, who knows what they’ll do in public school? Je déteste ce!
Tomorrow will be my first day at Hill Range High School. I still haven’t picked out an outfit yet. WAIT! I totally forgot about the white cropped cardigan I bought before my family went broke. I can match it with this prada mini skirt and tuck my light pink flowy top in it. And… these platinum tiffany bangles would totally pull it all together. The gladiator sandals I got for Easter would totally complete the look. I saw my reflection in the mirror of my new bathroom. The pink really complimented my chocolate curls and big brown eyes. Fashion was the only thing close to my heart these days, and I can’t even shop anymore since my dad cut off my credit card to save money.
I slipped into my silk pajamas and lay down on my queen sized bed. The spring mattress will do my back really bad in the morning, but it’s better than the floor, I guess. I gazed at my ceiling and softly chanted, "I am Sheri Boyd. I am confident, popular, and beautiful. I am perfect in every way and people will love me at Hill Range High School."
The next morning, I got on a school bus for the first time in my life. It was absolutely horrid. There was no mini-fridge, people were jumping around and sweating all over each other, the bus-driver smelled like cigarettes, and the bumpy road made me spill my coffee on my knee. Thank God it didn’t touch my prada mini, but I will sue if it happens again. It was so strange seeing girls in cheap shirts, skinny jeans, 10 dollar jewelry, and shoes from Payless. I looked like a princess next to these casual girls. Everyone was staring at me and my designer clothes. I thought they would think I was so cool, but I was wrong.
I heard a guy call me a label whore. This is so not true! I pay for quality, not name! An Abercrombie wearing senior smirked at me and called me spoiled little Sophomore. It was dreadful being called names when I would have been praised at my old school. I would never let this show, of course, and I smiled the smile of a model and gracefully stepped out of the bus when we arrived at the school. I could not believe my eyes. There were knockoff bags everywhere in the arms of girls with terrible hair and clown-like makeup. I almost fainted right there.
Just then, a guy with shaggy black hair and green eyes yelled, "heads up!" I lifted my head up and a football smacked me in the face. He was really cute and picked me up and carried me to the nurse. My shirt and cardigan were being terribly wrinkled, but I could not look away from his green eyes. He was so beautiful. Behind the board shorts and Neff T-shirt, he had model potential. He set me down on the nurse’s bed.
"I’m so sorry about that. I’m Derek. An uncoordinated dork," he joked.
"I think I’ll be okay. My name is Sheri. Sheri Boyd," I said while repressing a giggle.
"I haven’t seen you around school. You’re really pretty. You new here?"
"Yeah. Just moved here from upstate New York."
"Oh, fancy, huh?" Derek chuckled. "I can tell you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth?"
I blushed a deep red. "Umm… kind of. Is that wrong? People here seem to hate me for it."
"Nah. They’re just jealous. I don’t have anything against rich people, though. I admire them for their ability to look amazing while staying intelligent and charming," he winked.
I blushed even harder. He was SOOO cute! "You know, it’s not like I’m a socialite from ‘Gossip Girl’ or anything."
Derek smiled a crooked smile. "I have to go. Bell rings in one minute. Tell the nurse Derek hit you with a football. She’ll understand."
I giggled at the thought of dozens of girls lined up with bruises on their heads because of Derek. "Okay. Thank you. See you around."
Derek dashed away to his first period classroom. My heartrate slowed down and I lay there until the nurse came in and woke me from my nap.

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