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"Sandy!" Frenchie exclaimed into the phone, "I was just about to call you! I wanted to see if you would like to come over to my house to get ready for the party tonight!" "Sure Frenchie. I would like that very much." Sandy didn't sound too enthusiastic, and Frenchie picked up on that. "Sandy is there something the matter?" "Well Frenchie it's just that… I mean lately I've been thinking a lot about….I don't know Frenchie. I just don't know where to start." "Well, why not start at the beginning." Frenchie replied. "What's going on?" Sandy paused for a minute collecting her thoughts. "Frenchie, in your honest opinion, how did you prefer me. I mean did you like me better when you first met me, or do you like me more now?" "What are you talking about Sandy? I've always liked you just the same. No better or worse. Your clothes might be different, but you're still the same sweet Sandy I met on the first day of school. A kind hearted Australian girl, who I saw standing on the sidewalk by Rydell, looking nervous about her first day in a new school. A girl who I knew in that moment needed a friend, and my heart went out to her." If there was one thing that Frenchie excelled at it was lifting Sandy's spirits when they needed lifting. Sandy then asked Frenchie, "How could you be a Pink Lady all this time and yet be so different from the rest of them?" "What do you mean?" Frenchie asked puzzled. Sandy went on. "Well I mean, when the girls first met me, I guess they thought I was okay, or Jan and Marty at least thought I was okay, but Rizzo hated me! I never understood that. I mean how can you be so resentful toward someone that you don't even know? I was always nice to her. I wasn't a threat by any means. Yet she did that "Sandra Dee" stuff at your slumber party, and earlier that night at the pep rally I think she knew Danny would make me look stupid in front of his friends. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that she knew exactly what was going to happen. I can't believe I was so naïve at the time to think she was trying to do something nice for me. It wasn't until I showed up at the senior carnival, all made over by you, that her attitude toward me changed."

Frenchie thought about what she had just heard, and she knew that Sandy was right. She had been just as surprised as Sandy, maybe even more, when Rizzo gave her a Pink Lady jacket of her own, especially since she had tried all school year to persuade Rizzo to let Sandy join the Pink Ladies. Rizzo's had always laughed it off with remarks like, "You have got to be kidding me! You have to be tough to hang with our group. Not some stupid doll who walks around on some wholesome pedestal! Seriously Frenchie, does she look tough to you? Does she look like a Pink Lady to you? We don't just let anyone in you know, and that includes foreign exchange students you feel sorry for!" Rizzo knew good and well that Sandy was not a foreign exchange student, that her family had moved there, yet this never stopped her from making the remark, amongst other remarks to belittle Sandy. Frenchie knew that Sandy did not know that Rizzo called her that, and she also knew that Sandy did not know about the other snide comments Rizzo made about her. Whenever she wasn't discussing her ups and downs with Keneicke, she was making Sandy the butt of her jokes. "Hello? Frenchie?" She heard Sandy say. Frenchie snapped back to her phone conversation, unsure of what to say next. After a moment she responded. "It doesn't matter what Rizzo thought about you Sandy. What's important is that she knows you and likes you now." "She doesn't know me Frenchie. She never made the effort. She just knows what she sees which is a street-smart looking Pink Lady just like her, and my new image is the only reason why she talks to me!" Sandy paused before going on. "It's the only reason why any of them like me." "But Sandy," Frenchie said slowly, "you wanted to look more like us. You were so sure of it at the time. You told me that you wanted to fit in, and now you do. It was what you wanted, and I remember it made you happy. What's changed?" "Well Frencie, what hasn't changed is my desire to be accepted by everyone. What has changed though is that I want them to accept me for who I am and not who they want me to be. I tried to make this new person me, and I just can't." There was a longer than usual pause in the phone, then Frenchie spoke. "I'm sorry you feel that way Sandy, and if you want to go back to the way you were before that is just fine with me. I'll still be your friend all the same, and Danny will still love you as much as he always had! It doesn't matter what those bozo boys or the girls or Rizzo think anyway. Who cares what they think! All that matters is that you are happy with you. Besides, you don't need any of them anyway. All you need is Danny." "That's just the thing though Frenchie is that I do need them, and I do need their approval in order for Danny to want to stay with me. He is not strong enough to stand up to them. If they decide they don't like me, Danny will let me go regardless of whatever feelings he may have. I'm not happy now, but I will be devastated if I lose Danny, and I am scared that will happen!" Frenchie understood Sandy's dilemma, but she didn't know what to say that might help her. She responded with the words coming as she thought of them. "Sandy I may not be the best person to talk about this with-" "Well I certainly can't discuss this with my parents," Sandy interrupted, "They can't stand the sight of Danny, or anyone else for that matter, except for you of course." "I didn't mean your parents," Frenchie went on, "I meant that you should go straight to the source, or in this case sources." "You mean talk to Danny about this? He won't understand." Sandy replied. "I also meant Rizzo." Frenchie contributed. Sandy needed a minute to stop and process this. She knew good and well Rizzo would not be understanding. Frenchie knew Rizzo better than she did. How could she possibly think that Rizzo would just take the time to sit down and talk to her about all this? She had a better chance of meeting Elvis than that ever happening! Sandy had no idea what she was going to do, but then suddenly, out of nowhere, she did. It was a risk, but it was a leap of faith she was just going to have to take. I mean if she did nothing the situation would never improve, but if she did something there was a chance that it might. Sandy suddenly perked up. "So Frenchie, what time do you want me over at your house tonight?" "How does six o'clock sound?" "Perfect!" Sandy replied. "Oh and by the way Frenchie," "Yes Sandy," "No need to help me get ready this time!"