A/N: Hi everyone! I decided to write this because I'm having a bit of writer's block for my other story Sans Zeppelin and I figured if I wrote a new storyline I'd be able to think of my next chapter for SZ. The inspiration for this one came from (don't laugh) Sex and the City. There was an episode where they talked about people wanting everyone "figured out" and I thought it would be interesting to write about this. I might make it a few short chapters about each character, but I'm not sure yet. Anyways, enough rambling..on to the story.

"Such a princess"

"Spoiled little rich girl"

"Naive to the world around you"

"Lacking real substance"

"You're a square"

Jackie Burkhart had heard all these comments far too often throughout her short life and she was over it. Everyone she encountered had the idea as to who she was and it seemed as though no matter how long they knew her for, the image of her being a shallow and uncaring person never went away. But how could they blame her? It wasn't her fault she was born to one of the richest families in Point Place and was given everything she ever wanted. She didn't choose to be spoiled rotten by her parents or be naive to "real problems" mainly because she didn't have them. How can you know about something you've never experienced first hand? She would have given all of the money and the presents to have had parents who cared enough to be around instead of wherever the hell they always were.

It's as though she couldn't just exist as herself, she had to fit into some label in society that she frankly didn't care for.

See, Jackie Burkhart wasn't just some rich, vapid cheerleader, she actually did care about other people (maybe she didn't show it the way others did) but she wasn't like other people. It wasn't in her nature to pity others because she hated when people pitied her.She remembered instances when she was younger and her parents had gone off on some vacation and left her alone in a huge house with a nanny and a cook for weeks on end, and everyone looked at her as if to say "this poor, poor child. How bad I feel for her." She remembered being infuriated by those condecending looks so she would be damned if she gave them in return to someone else.

That was the side to Jackie people didn't know, or seem to care much about knowing, she was a very fair person and rather than feel sorry for someone, she would find ways to help them. Whether it was organizing a fundraiser with her cheerleading friends or delivering baskets to the homeless during Christmas, she wanted to help.

She just hoped she would find someone who could see past the labels having been given to her and could see that she was actually a decent human being that, aside from loving to get shiny things, actually gave a damn about what was happening on around her. She wanted someone who appreciated the little things she did and the way she went out of her way to make others feel even a little bit better.

She wanted someone who didn't have her "figured out."