Most people don't think much, when they see someone like me. Vallery Barnum, of the Barnum family. Obviously. I never understood that. If it was your last name, it should be self explanatory. Unless you have the same last name as someone else elite. Did I tell you? I guess not. Newport, Rhode Island is where I live. Automatically think rich big houses right? Ding ding ding, you got the right answer. Big houses, rich people, lots of country clubs. That's right. I have the family, the house, the club, the school, the clique, the talent, everything. Yes, this girl must be perfect. She is flawless. I'm so jealous. I mean, she really isn't that pretty. That bracelet is last season. Her nose is too big. Nobody really likes her. She is the most horrible person I've ever met in my life. That's how it goes, that how it always goes.
My school consists of mostly rich people, like me. But I'm definitely up there towards the top of the social chain of the world. At the top, at my school. I have the boyfriends, the friends, and my talent as an actress and a singer. It's not that unusual though. Not like the outsiders think. That's what we call others. Outsiders. Because see, they don't know what goes on. They just look in the window and assume. Perfects, is what I hear them call us sometimes. Or preps, as we're most commonly called. Labels. It's how we know who to talk to, and what they can do for us. But why can't people think about what they can do for them? Why do we need to know what someone can do for us? Why can't we trust anyone? It's because we don't know. I don't know how those public schoolers live. I hear people get shot in those types of schools. There are gangs and pregnant people. Nobody gets pregnant here. Except for Lilly. But she left after she heard the news. She goes to a public school now. The school took her out of the yearbook that year, claiming it was because she didn't, "finish the whole year," but we knew the real reason. We all knew. But we didn't dare to say.
I was at the mall the other day. We were going to have an out of uniform day at school, and I needed to buy a new outfit. I was with my friends and we were talking as usual. Some outsiders walked by and snickered. We didn't understand. But I hate to be made fun of. I stopped them. "Hey, what's so funny?" I asked. They gave me a blank stare. That's the thing with girls. They have no problem insulting you behind your back, but when confrontation comes, they act like they have no idea what you're talking about. That's why it's rare to find a girl who isn't afraid. Someone like me. They gave an excuse as to something on their cell phone; we both knew it wasn't true. They don't know. They don't know that we were just shopping. They think we will only go to the best stores, and make fun of those who don't. But we won't. We don't do that. Why do people think we're so mean? We're just as mean as every other girl. The occasional gossip and such. We don't constantly make fu of other people. It's not what we do. Why do people think that? Who made that the law?
A/N: OK, so not too interesting yet. It will get more interesting though. Trust me. And it won't be typical. Trust me there too.