Prologue- Barbie Doll Perfection
The Degrassi set is always a fun place to be; the friendships, the free food, the goofy actors making faces behind the directors' backs. Makeup people harrassing you to stay still like the hardasses they can be, when suddenly ten minutes later they're jumping out from around a corner in attempt to give you a heart attack along with a chuckle. It's an interesting enviroment to be in from 6AM until all hours of the night. However, lately I've found a new reason I look foward to being on set each day. A very...pretty reason.
At first glance, to most people, I'm your typical barbie doll; Tall, blonde, I can sing and dance, model and act. And along with those talents, I'm given unconditional love and respect; always happy along with a "Ken" by my side... Right?
Wrong.
I'm not at all what I may appear to be. I'm so much more, yet so much less. I have hurt inside and a fake smile I wear every single day. I don't have rich, hot guys throwing themselves at me because of my "perfect" barbie doll appearance. Because once you get to know me, I'm not exactly quiet, "seen but not heard" housewife material. I can be weird and crazy and dramatic just like every other girl my age. Which isn't always so attractive to "perfect" men.
And about the whole "Ken" part of that fake scenario... I'm not so sure anyone named Ken would ever be able to please me romantically. You'd never picture a barbie doll being attracted to other "Barbie"'s, would you? That's because I'm not a Barbie. I'm a Sarah.
And that 'pretty' reason that's been attracting me to my work place each day is a Jordan. Short brown hair, freckles, a smoker of cigarrettes (among other substances...). The complete opposite of a barbie doll, yet so much better.