Aurora Alva holds her head up high while walking through the halls.
Named after the sleeping beauty herself, she's most definitely the princess of Cypress High.
Makeup perfected by the goddesses, designer clothes, and handbags crafted by skilled hands all the way from Italy.
She has it all.
Everyone stares, their mouthes agape.
Girls envy her, boys want her.
All their eyes scan her body, until they notice something quite out of the ordinary.
The multi-purpose, utilitarian, monstrosity of a shoe, crocs.
"What can I say, a princess needs to live comfortably too," she winks.
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