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Summary: High school nobody, Sonny Munroe has fallen deeply in love with the most popular guy, Chad Dylan Cooper. She comes across a magic lamp, and inside there is a Genie who vows to grant any 3 wishes she chooses. Wish One; She wishes to be the most popular girl, so Chad will notice her. But will the popularity get to her head, and will she lose all she ever wanted during the process?

Disclaimer: Do I own Sonny With A Chance? Obviously if I did, the show would still be on...

Chapter 7~ I'm Still Me~

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"Hey girl!" "Sonny, over here!" "Sit over here!"

The demands and requests from my fellow classmates are ceaseless. I have discovered a growing pain emerging from my size 7, feet. Yeah, yeah. I know they're kinda big. That's why I usually find myself eyeing for the shoes that make your foot look slightly less bulky.

What further do these people want from me! I catch myself standing alone in the girls bathroom. In a moment of pure weakness, I allow myself to release an insipid, tasteless scream, and I immediately feel a cool, calming sensation again.

Little do I know that I am not the only one in this bathroom. A petite, thin girl saunters out of the bathroom. I can tell almost instantly from her attire, that she is a Goth or Emo.

I jump and let out a small yelp, both mortified by my scream earlier, and from the shock she caused me.

I place my hand shakily against my torso, panting for breath and letting out a slight laugh. "Ha-ha! I'm sorry; I didn't realize you were in here!"

She keeps her eyes engaged on her shoes, and shrugs timidly. "No harm, no foul."

steal a peek at her from across the sinks, and give a small smile.

"I don't believe we've met before . . . I'm Sonny!" I beam, stretching my hand politely towards her.

She stands there for a second, and just stares at it. "What's that for?" She asks with a curious expression.

"Uhm . . . I offered my hand? You know when you meet someone you shake hands?" I stammer quite confused. Hasn't she ever met someone? What does she live under a rock?

She turns away, causing me to lower my hand uncomfortably. "I don't think you ought to meet me" She quirks, drying her hands with the chocolate stained, rough paper towels.

For all the money our school has from the administration, you would think they have the funds necessary to pay for 10 dollar paper towels that appear better than this. I guess not . . .

"And why's that?" I inquire, heaving my body up, to rest upon the sink counter.

She exhales, finally bringing her gaze on me. I am amazed to see her eyes are the stunning color of purple. Almost a violet! I've certainly never seen anything like them whatsoever. They're a vacation away from the gloomy black eyeliner that encircles them.

"Whoa. You've got gorgeous eyes!" I prattle on, not wanting to take an additional second to look away from them.

"Why . . . are you being so nice to me?" She whispers, twiddling her fingers sluggishly.

This takes me by sudden surprise. I can't even distinguish exactly what would be the best approach to this.

I stand quiet for an moment, before gradually opening my mouth to retort. "Why wouldn't I be?"

She observes me without a sound for a minute, before responding. "Don't you know?"

I give a confused gesture and she sighs looking back down at her shoes.

"I think it was about sixth grade. You tried out for cheerleading, and I went more into science junk. We were lab partners for a while and you 'wanted to get to know me.'" She speaks in a hushed tone, using more sarcasm when it arose to me wanting to get to know her.

I certainly don't like where this is working up to, and my heart begins to beat harder and firmer, until it progresses to the point I can feel it pushing through my ribs.

"We talked a little . . . To the point that you found out who I liked. And it was your best friend Marcus." She articulates his name in a softer tone than the rest.

Oh no . . . How come I don't remember any of this? I mean was the beginning of my life changed to?

"You decided to 'help' me and took matters into your own hands. You proceeded to tell him that I was a freak who was skinny-fat and had parents who were prepping for the end of the world. You also said I was sleeping with my stepbrother and we liked rough sex . . . He couldn't get away from me fast enough."

I acquire a vile, nauseating sensation throughout my entire body. "Oh my god...I am so sorry. I wouldn't have ever done that to you if I . . ."

I realize I can't say that because this is who I am now, and I did do it. Who knew being popular could make you so cruel and unpleasant?

"Please believe me when I say I am deathly sorry and I am going to make it up to you! I promise." I whisper, my feelings and emotions showing sincerely within my eyes.

She looks to me in surprise and discomfort. "You're...sorry? You've never said that to me before..."

"I know I never said it, and I probably wouldn't have meant it even if I did say it, but I'm telling you today, right now, I swear to you that I will make it up to you and I will never hurt you like that again." I blub, looking at her miserably.

And for the first time since I laid eyes on her, I can grasp a slight smile pulling at her lips.

"So . . ." She speaks grinning. "Sonny huh? I'm Joanna."

I return the smile, finally lifting myself off the counter to the ground. "Nice to meet you Joanna."

Sure, I'm popular now and I have a lot of friends. Sure, I used the lamp to get what I've always wanted, being Chad. Sure, I gather I have a lot of people observing me to set fashion trends. And apparently this popularity changed the person I was back then. But I'm Sonny Munroe, and Sonny Munroe is a person of her own, whether it's good or bad.

I've understood and seen all the movies about objects altering people for the worst. But right now, in this moment that I'm here with Joanna, I am realizing one thing.

I'm still me.