Disclaimer: I do not own anything. The Princess Diaries belongs to Meg Cabot and Miss Popularity to Jordan Pruitt.
Lyrics slightly modified (I took some parts out and separated the lyrics differently.) The between-lyrics do not necessarily follow each other.
It's my first songfic and first thing ever submitted in the The Princess Diaries fandom. It's not exactly my best piece of writing, though I would appreciate it if you all read it. It's about Lana Weinberger. (Whom I never thought I would ever write about!)
Miss Popularity
She's a walking casting call
A fashion runway doll
Her 4.0 comes naturally
She's good at everything
She's got a following
An enterage of copy queens
Lana's cell phone rang.
"Hey Lana!" said Trisha.
"Oh, hey Trish."
"Excited for school tomorrow?"
"Puh-lease! Like school ever did any good to anyone. "
"At least everyone will be happy to see you."
"Huh, can't say the same, sadly. But when you mention it, I just can't wait to show out my new wardrobe!"
"Great, well… I'll see you tomorrow!"
"Yeah, totally. Bye."
No need to try out for the school play
You know she'll get the lead anyway
Yeah
Trish seemed excited.
"Are you going to audition, Lana?"
"Uh… No! That's for geeks, don't you think?"
Josh walked by.
"Hey, Lana."
"Hey, Josh!" Lana said with a huge smile across her face.
"Auditioning for the play?"
"Totally, who wouldn't?" she giggled as he wrote his name on the sign-up sheet.
"Awesome. Hope we get the leads," he said as he left.
She's the girl that you love to hate
She's a heart stopping double take
Everyone knows that she's got it made
Workin' hard to be
Miss Popularity
Who could possibly hate her? Lana was perfect and the most popular girl in school.
She wears the cutest clothes
She has the latest phone
And all the right accessories
Her skin's like porcelain
Her hair is perfect and
Sometimes she really gets to me
She's gorgeous and you know she knows it
She's a size zero and she loves to show it
Yeah
Lana was looking in the mirror, getting ready for a party. She looked at her complexion. The teen was pampering her face with foundation, blush, eye shadow, pinky lipstick, mascara, you name it! She was going to wear the new outfit she had bought just for this occasion.
Nothing was easier than being the leader of her clique. It might have been tiring, but it was worth it. Everyone admired Weinberger. They worshipped the very ground she walked on. With a snap of her fingers, she could have gotten anything she wanted.
She's every teacher's pet
Lana never got into any trouble from coming late to class. She was a cheerleader; she should be able to miss class every once in a while.
There ain't no guy that she can't get
Every boy's gaze on her when she walked down the halls with her tall high heels, her mini-skirt and her long, blond hair. What else was knew?
Her daddy's kid is loaded
And her mommy drives a pink Corvette
She was a little spoiled princess. Getting everything she wanted at school, and at home.
Popularity: The one and only, Miss Lana Weinberger.
Okay, seriously, I don't know how it turned out like this, but I hope it's not so bad… (If this is totally horrible, I'll probably just stick to stories… That I write in a completely different way…)
Please review to tell me what you think so I can work on this again according to your comments!
Have a good day!