Chapter 1
We are the teens of West Plano.
The West Plano pricks, as some call us.
We're the ones who drive Lexuses around downtown Dallas and wonder why we're the only ones with a car that costs over thirty thousand.
We're the ones who stare each other down and say, "Ew, where did she get those boots? WallMart?"
We're the ones who go to the East side of Plano and wonder if we're in the ghetto.
We all have an iPhone. We get skeptical of people who don't have one.
We all have a maid. Our mums are housewives, but we still have maids…
We find it tacky when people over the age of seventeen have fake Louis Vuitton or Gucci purses… unless you got them on a cruise and it looks so legit it's scary….
We found it funny, not offensive, when someone made a sign at a West Hockey game v. Plano that said "Our dad's are your dad's bosses." We found it funny because it's oh-so true.
But most of all…
We heard that 75093 was the new 90210 and we almost burst from pride.