'My butt is too big and my boobs are too small. My smile's crooked and my nose is pointy. This is not going to work at all.' That's what I was thinking as I stood in front of the mirror the next day, trying my best to look…right. Normally its not hard for me to pick out clothes, a shirt and some jeans. Little effort, but causal and cool. Not today, today I need to look a certain way. I don't think there's really anything I can do to make myself look beautiful.

"This is never going to work." I sigh aloud, flopping back onto the beanbag chair behind me. I wonder if Luis would be upset if I changed my mind and said I can't help him.

No, I can't do that too him, if there's one thing Julie Gaffney is, it's dependable. So I just need to get misfit butt up off this floor and change into something else. I must own something trendy, or at least borderline fashionable. Though if I don't, I could just go in my uniform and totally disgust all of Mendoza's snotty friends. That'll get me out of this predicament rather easily.

Damn, this may actually work. My black lace bra would look killer under this white oxford shirt, especially if I don't button the shirt all the way and tie it at the navel. I think I may even still have that short black shirt that went with my Halloween costume last year. I better look.

Ugh, what's worse not having anything to wear, or finding something and feeling totally out of our own skin in it? I look good, or at least what those brainless drones known as the 'A Group' would call good. I feel… cheap. *Sigh* But there's no use debating the fact, Luis is my friend and I gave him my word. I just need to bite my lip and get over it.

Well, here I am at the dining hall, awaiting my first performance. If I pull this off, I better get an Oscar, because it's going to take a lot of work. Anyway, evidently where you sit at the popular table, is a symbol of your power. Mendoza told me the most coveted seats are those by the window, I think that's where I'll sit. No-one else is down here yet so I kind of have free reign. I'm gonna have to stop being so early though, as they're all always late. Might as well go get my breakfast.

As I sit at the table, idly stirring some jam into my Cream of Wheat, I hear a chair beside me pull out. I lift my head too see if it's Luis, it's not. It however probably the one guy in school that has more girls crushing one him, Justin Matthews. Unlike Luis, Justin never seems to be dating anyone. I bet he's keeping himself open for Ms Right. *snorts* Yeah right.

"Hi, welcome too our table." Justin extends his hand and smiles at me. He actually does have a nice smile, and pretty, dark brown eyes. I guess he's sort of the male equivalent of Luis's Angela Cooper. "What are you doing here."

I blink, he spoke too me. One of the 'A Group' spoke too me. Is Satan wearing earmuffs? "I… um, Luis invited me. I'm kinda his new girlfriend. I'm-"

"Julie Gaffney. I know you're on the hockey team."

How many times have I heard that before? 'You're on the hockey team.' It's never, 'You're on national honor society.' or 'The president of Eden Hall's SADD chapter.' Nope I'm best known for being padded up till I look like a Suma wrestler and sweat. Maybe this why I can't get a real date.

"Yeah, that's me." I reply, sipping my orange juice.

Justin takes a bite of his bagel and silence falls back over the table. Silence is good, I like silence. If I not talking, I'm not pretending to be someone that I'm not. Truthfully, I've only been doing it a matter of minutes and it already makes me feel guilty. I'm normally a very honest person, this is opened lying too an entire school. I feel dirty.

There's a bunch of high pitched giggling and I roll my eyes. The girls are here, fantastic. If there's one bunch of people more snotty then the 'A Group' boys, it's the 'A Group' girls. This is going to be interesting.

"Hey, Angela, Tiffany, Gina, this is Luis's friend, Julie." Justin introduces me and the girls all nod, feigning interest.

Then Angela's face lights up and she squeals. "I know you, you're the girl that dated that really yummy senior a few years ago."

Leave it to them to remember me by the four dates I went on with Scooter, three years ago. Gah, I have to pretend to be friends with these people. Remind me too tell my 'boyfriend' that I want some form of compensation for the mental anguish I'm going to suffer.

"Ooh, that's right you are. Tell me." Tiffany slides into a seat across from me, her green eyes wide. "Was he a good kisser?"

Oh Lord, if Luis doesn't get here soon, there's going too be a school shooting. I've only been talking to these people for *looks at watch* Ten minutes and already their stupidity overwhelms me. Why did I agree too this? Ugh, I need an aspirin…