I decided that I'd make this a whole story...This is song was sung at school by a girl called Carrie and she sung it really well, almost like the actual thing. But that's what made me think I should write a fanfic.
It's dedicated to a girl I absolutely hate, who's popular, like the girl in the story, but every now and againn I come out on top with sweet revenge. Sometimes with boys, sometimes with a sarcastic comment. But enjoy and review!
Dedicated to H. Shea.
Rochelle West strolled along the poolside. Baby blue eyes scanned coolly over everyone. Boys shooting her glances and girls staring at her out of the corner of their eyes.
Sarah Baker was striding in the opposite direction and accidentally-on-purpose let her arm whack against Rochelle's. She gave Rochelle and fake apology, before walking on to where Eliot Murtaugh and Jake Baker sat.
Rochelle shot a deathly glare over her shoulder.
Small town homecoming queen
She's a star in this scene
There's no way to deny she's lovely
Perfect skin, perfect hair
Perfumed hearts everywhere
Tell myself that inside she's ugly
Sarah watched beneath her eyelashes as Rochelle comfortably sat in between a bunch of boys and girls.
Sarah turned to where Jake was calling her name, beside the pool. Eliot was beside him, shooting a glance in Rochelle's direction. Sarah narrowed her eyes slightly.
Maybe I'm just jealous-I can't help but hate her
Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her
Sarah watched Eliot. But he didn't send another look in Rochelle's direction.
Eliot and Jake were talking quietly. Suddenly, they ran at her and Eliot grasped her waist, while Jake pushed her back. She screamed as she fell into the water, gasping in indignation.
Eliot and Jake bombed in beside her.
Sarah leaped at Eliot and pushed his head under the water. He came up and pushed her back off, and then tossed her into the air.
No, of course he didn't.
She is the prom queen, I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader, I'm sitting in the stands
She gets the top bunk, I'm sleeping on the floor
She's Miss America
And I'm just the girl next door
At school the next day, Rochelle had to give a speech in front of the assembly about the improvements which the new year would bring. A few kids snorted as she put on the fake voice and a oh-so-perfect smile.
Sarah joked around at the back of the hall, as usual, paying absolutely paying no attention to the assembly. Although, the center of sneering within her and her friends was Rochelle.
Senior class president
She must be heaven sent
She was never the last one standing
A backseat debutante
Everything that you want
Never too harsh or too demanding
As they left the auditorium, Sarah realized that Rochelle was standing right behind her group. Rochelle gave them a fake smile, but it disappeared when Eliot slung an arm around Sarah's shoulders.
Sarah couldn't hide the smirk which crossed her face as Eliot kissed her quickly before shouting good-bye and heading off toward his next class.
Rochelle brushed past Sarah, giving her a look on insignificance out of the corner of her eye. Sarah just grinned at the ground and strode off with her friends for their lunch break.
Maybe I'll admit it, I'm a little bitter
Everybody loves her, but I just wanna hit her!
At lunch, she was surrounded by a group of kids. She was smiling and telling them how glad she was that they had supported.
Callie Andrews, Sarah's best friend, was rolling her eyes.
"What a phony!" She muttered. Sarah and the rest of her friends murmured their agreement as they shot looks at Rochelle across the other side room.
She is the prom queen, I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader, I'm sitting in the stands
She gets the top bunk, I'm sleeping on the floor
She's Miss America
And I'm just the girl next door
Sarah stood back to let Rochelle's procession past in the hallways.
Rochelle was looking flustered as everyone was asking about what she though about the different things which were happening at the school. And, as president, what would she do about them, would she change them?
I don't know why I'm feeling sorry for myself
Spend all my time wishing that I was someone else
It was Rochelle who the sympathy really belonged too.
She was the one with followers, not friends.
She is the prom queen, I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader, I'm sitting in the stands
She gets the top bunk, I'm sleeping on the floor
She's Miss America
And I'm just the girl next door
Sarah, Jake and Rochelle all got off the bus and strode into their houses. Sarah watched as Rochelle disappeared up the drive and behind the fence next door to the Baker's.
Jake rolled his eyes as he heard Rochelle trip and then began to rant about who had left a mat in the doorway. Sarah muffled her laughter behind her hand.
I get a little bit, she gets a little more
She's Miss America….She's Miss America
And I'm just the girl next door
And Sarah was proud of that.