Chapter 1
Juliett
Many people are so stereotypical. They take one glance at me and think she's alright. I mean, why shouldn't she be alright? Her hair falls in gentle orange waves to her hips. Her father runs the Rosenberg Hotel, the most prestigious inn south of San Francisco. Her family is loaded. She's captain of the cheerleading team. She has a great singing voice. Her face is angelic. She has a 4.0 GPA. Her boyfriend is the captain of the baseball team. She's popular. She has tons of friends. Why wouldn't she be alright?
If only they knew.
My name is Juliett, the year is 1955, and this is my life.
Noella
Everything in my life seems to go wrong. I'm not sure why God would curse anyone as bad as me. I'm an orphan. I live with my aunt. My cousin brutally bullies me. My aunt favors my cousin. I never have a steady relationship. Most girls hate me. I have two real friends. I work at a gas station. School is a pain. I live in a tiny house. My feet are the size of tiny surfboards. I can never seem to not get split ends. I also have to hack the ends of my hair off. I'm not allowed to have my ears pierced. I have to go to church every Sunday. I have to wear "acceptable" clothes. I don't have any nails. I am neurotic.
And some wonder why I'm never happy.
My name is Noella, the year is 1955, and this is my life.
Sophie
Some people think my life is school. Some think I'm all brains. Some think my hair is abnormal. Some think right. Some think I'm a bookworm. Some think I'm dramatic. Some think I'm a natural cook. Some think I have a pretty face. Some think wrong. Some think I have no self confidence. Some think I am a good dancer. Some think I need to come out of my shell. Some think I need to break my tortoise shell glasses. Some think I need to get detention sometimes. Some think I have no fashion sense. Some think I'm a loser. Some think right.
Some think right, some think wrong.
My name is Sophie, the year is 1955, and this is my life.
Juliett, Noella, Sophie
We could never be so different, yet we could never be so similar. We all go to Hunterville High. We all are in the tenth grade. We are all aspiring actresses. We all go to The Studio Dance School. Our lives aren't perfect. We all aren't happy.
This is our story.
