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A/N: Thanks for checking this new story. Hopefully I will get some happy loving reviews(: I hope you enjoy it, and please, please, please...I dunno what I was gonna say :P And don't get mad at how I characterized the groups. I'm making fun of myself cause I'm a Prep :P
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Summary: High school nobody, Sonny Munroe has fallen deeply in love with the most popular guy, Chad Dylan Cooper. She comes across a magic lamp, and inside there is a Genie who vows to grant any 3 wishes she chooses. Wish One; She wishes to be the most popular girl, so Chad will notice her. But will the popularity get to her head, and will she lose all she ever wanted during the process?
Disclaimer: Do I own Sonny With A Chance? Obviously if I did, the show would still be on...
Chapter 1~Aucune vie~
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There are a few different types of people you will meet in your high school existence. First off, there's the Prep's. They're usually good at being really loud, annoying, and running the school. They are also known for being the bitches of the school.
Then there are the Jocks. Good at sports, and are usually the guys in the big jackets shoving a freshman into a locker. They usually date the preppies.
Goths. Wear black, act sad, desperately try to make statements. They may wear clothes of the opposite gender, make out more openly in the hallway than other people, or protest general injustices in an angry and ineffective way.
Emo's. They sort of fit in the category of Goths, except for the fact that they might cut, or be suicidal. They usually don't speak much, or get picked on a lot.
Band Geeks. They are playing in band and maybe orchestra, choir, or other musical clubs
tend to be clean cut, and fairly smart may also be Jocks.
Nerds, or brains. You get asked to be other people's lab partners because you're smart, sometimes get picked on for liking school too much, especially as a freshman.
Sluts and Whores. Pretty simple, but they go around sleeping with every guy in the school.
Druggies might sell or do drugs at or even during school. These are the type of people your mom doesn't want you to date...But anyway.
Those are the big groups mostly. So I suppose you except me to tell you that I'm in one of those groups, but your sadly mistaken. You know those few people in a school that don't really have a place? They are just sort of there. They are nobodies? Yeah...Well that's me.
Sonny Munroe. I'll be walking down the hallway and people that are in my classes will make a face and make a huge statement like, Who the hell is that? And then I have the problem of having all the Jocks wanna suck my face off...
It's not that I'm socially awkward or hate the world or anything. Quite the opposite. I just never really had a place with those people. All Prep's talk about is how hot the Jocks are. All Nerds do is talk about school or computer games. All the sluts do is talk about the guys they slept with.
I just don't fit...Suddenly the bell rings and paper's and people swarm around me. I stand up and one of the Jocks brushes by me a little too close for comfort. He gasps stepping back, acting like he didn't do it on purpose.
"Oh gee. I'm sorry about that. Catch you later girl." He winks and turns away walking with his friends. "Hey, don't be so queer!" A voice behind me calls laughing. I turn towards the voice and I knock right into him.
By 'him' I mean, The Chad Dylan Cooper. The most absolutely amazing guy in the whole school. Not to mention he is completely GORGEOUS! He can talk to anybody and it doesn't even matter. He weaves his way in and out of groups daily and everyone still loves him.
I love him. He gives me that breath-taking smile, when he looks down at me. "You shouldn't pay attention to them...They're kinda crazy." I stare mindlessly up at him trying to think of something to say. "I...I...Know! They try and come onto me all the time!" I say smiling big.
I mentally slap myself. I acted like I was sooo happy about it that he probably thinks I'm one of the sluts...I'm really just happy to be talking to him! He raises one eyebrow at me smirking. "And that's good?"
"Uh...No! I didn't mean it like that..." I whisper, desperately. He laughs walking around me. "Ha. You're funny kid." He walks out and bumps fists with some guys walking on. Kid. Why the hell did he call me kid? I'm the freaking same age as him.
I groan, throwing my head back and grabbing my books. I suddenly realize why he called me that. I am dressed like a EFFING GUY! I have a green football jersey on and khaki cargo shorts. My dull brown hair is in a high pony tail, and there isn't a morsel of makeup on my face. I just wish I was someone else! I wanna be pretty and popular! Then he would notice me...
