♡ How To Build A Barbie ♡

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Disclaimer, there are parts in this story that might be kind of offensive to certain stereotypes of people but it's about highschool and highschool is offensive but I want you to know none of it is directed towards you specifically. I'm sure you are a wonderful person. And I mean I banged my own social group in this chapter as well so IT'S NOT PERSONAL I PROMISE. Enjoy this... whatever 'this' is :)

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Dear Diary,

Day 3,165 and I'm still in love with the same boy.

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My name's  Elizabeth "Beth" Maxwell and I am a total loser.

And to be honest I feel like my extremely low social status wouldn't really have such a large effect on my life if I wasn't completely, hopelessly in love with the most popular guy in school.

Brett Foster

He is the literal definition of gorgeous, sent from heaven above with his cheekbones chiseled by angels. But he is our football team's quarterback and I'm just that geeky blonde girl that sits in the bleachers taking pictures for the school yearbook.

I'm not really sure how I ended up this way. I mean my best friend is Paige Lawson, co-captain of the cheerleading squad, and my other best friend... well... I guess Nate doesn't actually do anything relevant on the social chain.

But I guess I'm going to blame my little brother for my absolute loserly-ness.

Charlie Maxwell.

Don't know who he is, well neither do most of the people in my school, that is until you say

"Geeky ADHD freak with a buzzcut."

Then they know you are speaking of the idiot that is my kid brother and then, well, they take three large steps away.

Today is the first day of my junior year at hell on earth, Wes Marcus High. It even has a crappy name.

And as I walk up the grey stone steps to the front doors of the human jungle I can already spot the different species throughout our satanic ecosystem.

Of course you're going to start with the lions. The head of the school aka the jocks. All huddled up in there little groups by the curb.

Next up we have their mistresses, the lionesses. This section usually includes most of the cheerleading squad plus a few school sluts. I like to call these backstabbing bitches the Barbies.

There's the basic white girls who are the zebras.

They are all about conformation and looking alike, but with those minor differences that they think are relevant but no one really notices. I mean you don't look at a zebra and point out their different stripes because they all look the same. Just like these Ugg wearing PINK shopping white iPhone owners that have a Starbucks order so long they could probably use it to write their thousand word essay for the English final.

The stoners are those weird tree frogs. Are those even a jungle animal?

Who cares, because they don't. For one their eyes are always red but, they are usually pretty chill.

Then you have your creepy fangirls. They're the monkeys.

They get way too excited about literally nothing. And there are so freaking many of them that are in so many freaking fandoms. It's like a bunch of different species of monkeys. Some are alike and others will rip each other's heads off. That is a dangerous road to go down my friends.

Moving on. The girls that eat their feelings. We've got plenty of them. Those are the hippopotamuses. They eat all day every day. Never seen one of these girls without a chocolate bar or a McDonalds meal handy. Also if they fall on you... you're kind of screwed.

The Goths, are the black panthers. They don't give any shits about anybody and they are always wearing black.

Then the nerds, they are the giraffes. They stand out, but not in a good way and are always able to find their way to the top. Plus for some reason they just always have really long necks... like it's just awkward and abnormal. I don't understand.

And then there's my kind. I guess you could say I'm a chameleon in the jungle of high school. Partly because I can blend in but mostly because no one see's me. Also no one cares about chameleons. I mean be honest with yourself, do you care about chameleons? Probably not. Cause chameleons are the kind of animal that is no one remembers until they are right in front of one. So I feel that this category fits well with my kind of people.

But I don't want to be a stupid chameleon that no one see's anymore, I want to be a freaking lioness. The ones that everyone is in awe at because of their majestic beauty.

I want to roam with the Kings of the jungle.

Because you know that whole equality and circle of life? Ya that's bullshit. There's a top and a bottom to this food chain and I want to be at the top.

I want to be a Barbie.

And this year, no one is going to stop me.

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Here you are, the prologue. Just a little something something to kind of introduce some characters and tie in the whole aspect of what the main character wants.

I hope you enjoyed this little snippit. I can't wait to get started but I am really busy so no promises on exact times.

But if you like this story so far, please vote or comment or both.

Thank y'all!

Oh, and don't steal my ideas or I will personally cut your head off.

also ryan will full on bitch slap you :)

Love you!

Xoxo Cara oxoX

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