Huge glasses, ill-fitting pants and sweater vests is not the right ingredients to rise to popularity. Trust someone who knows this via personal experience. We have always been the nerds, the geeks and the ones you can make fun of. But at least we got each other. Let us introduce ourselves:
There is Perrie, fair skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. My parents still buy my clothes and I think they all come from the Thrift Shop. Not because we are poor, but they don't want to waste money on me. Not that I have ever asked, I just accept. I am to shy to ask anything from them, as they have always been so cold to me. They push me to study hard so I can do as well as my older brother who is a very successful lawyer, but my biggest dream is to become a singer.
Then there is Leigh-Ann, darker skin, black hair and brown eyes. I get all of my older sisters clothes and I just can't say no to them as my family has always been so loving towards me and look so happy when they give it to me. I try my hardest in school so I can keep them happy, but also do something big so I can give back to them. My biggest dream is to become a singer.
Then there is Jesy, light brown skin, brown hair and brown eyes. I try my hardest to fit in among the popular kids, but I just can't seem to get it right. Ever since I was little, I have been called a genius. My parents didn't know what to do with a child that had a higher IQ then theirs combined so the just let the government tell them where to put me in school and the government keep constant track of my grades and they always tell me they have high hopes for my future. All I want to do is fulfill my biggest dream, to become a singer.
Last but not least, there is Jade. Light brown skin, light brown hair and brown eyes. Sweater vests is my forte and I have big glasses framing my face. I am an only child and my rich and successful parents pressure me to do well in school. They get disappointed is they see a B on my report card and force me to study every day for hours and hours. They have contact with my high school to make sure I do well. But I don't want to become a successful surgeon or a well paid lawyer. My dream is to become a singer.
We are the four black sheep in the living hell normal people refer to as high school and we stick together. Now we're entering our last year in high school and we are hoping and praying for a miracle to help us change into what we all wish we could be.
