Faking Popularity

Prologue

Dear Diary,
Today wasn't easy. The days are never easy.

It had take me a whole year to work up the courage to ask the school board. When I did present the idea, they had whole heartedly approved. They had said it would bring local publicity and hopefully national publicity to our small school, Columbia High. They told me to spice up the story and say that I was doing this as a social experiment, to see if a certain appearance effected the way society saw you.

That wasn't the real reason, of course. The real reason was because this school had mentally and physically tortured me for the three years I've attended Columbia High. But if I'd say that it would bring the school bad publicity, they wanted good publicity. I would move but I'd hate to run away from my problems, instead I will be facing them as a completely different person.

My parents also agreed on my plan. I think it was because they were tired of hearing their only daughter go upstairs and cry herself to sleep. My mom was amazed when I asked her to take me shopping for the first time in my life. She was more than excited.

Don't get me wrong, we had money. Actually, we had a lot of money. My mom and dad won the lottery and invested in a few franchises.

It's just, I had never really cared about my appearance. I only dressed for comfort. My typical attire was a pair of jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, which wasn't a good mix when it came to Columbia High. Everyone was just rich. Everyone wore brand clothes and if you didn't, you weren't normal.

I had so desperately wanted to be normal.

Maybe the new 'Elizabeth' would be normal.
Maybe she would be able to fit in. Maybe she would be confident and have a lot of friends. Maybe, just maybe...