I'm the girl that everyone loves to hate. I'm pretty, smart, athletic and my boyfriend is the most sought after guy in the school. Teachers and parents love me, and little girls want to be just like me.
I have straight white teeth and straight dark hair that shimmers even when the lights are off. It is soft to the touch and I can do whatever I want with it. I have intense blue eyes that don't need vision correction. I have a medium complexion; I tan easily yet never look pale. My nose is small and turned upwards; it's the nose that the plastic surgeon in town studied so other women could be like me. I have a strong body, but I'm not masculine. I have a flat stomach and perky breasts. My legs carry me quickly enough so that I can win my track races and never get bruised or otherwise maimed. I seem alien to self conscious, nerdy computer whizzes; they blush when I pass them in the halls. I am the subject of their masturbatory fantasies.
I have a large group of friends that have been deemed the popular crowd. I get along with everyone, even though they try so desperately to hate me. My boyfriend is a jock and runs with the jock crowd; his friends all love me and secretly envy my boyfriend for being able to call me his. They want their girlfriends to be like me; their girlfriends hate me, but will be nice to my face as long as they can benefit from it.
I get straight As with a minimal amount of work; I never need tutoring. People ask me for help and I graciously give it to them. I take honors courses. I got an impressive score on the SATs and I got into my first choice school.
In short, I hate my life.
I hate the expectancies people have for me, how people know that I will be perfect and that I will do this and do that. For once, I want to be able to fail, to do badly, to lose, to not get in.
There must be an answer to my woes. Understandably, there is a huge percentage of the population who could not even comprehend not wanting to be me. How could Ms. American Apple Pie with the perfect life and perfect face be unhappy? It's against their Disney ideals and it just confuses them. There's a system error flashing in their brains: Invalid Operation, Variables Do Not Add Up, Please Recheck Your Math.
