Rachel Jhonson walks through the corridor of her new highschool. She nervously walks past the students, on the way to the guidance councelors office. There she will obtain her schedule. From there she will begin her first day of Highschool.

She walks with an uncertain ease. She feels like people know that shes new. Her family transferred from Texas, over the summer. She now lives in a wealthy neighborhood outside LA. She immediately feels out of place. She starts to notice all the kids with thier expensive clothes and cars. She cant help but feel like a fish out of water. Hopefully, she will make some new friends. And that they can look beyond the superficial ideals of status.

Sure her family was wealthy, they never had to struggle. But around here, with these kids, she felt poor. They all wore designer brands and drove BMWs. She thought her Volvo was a classy car, in Texas. But not here

She meets a tall thin blonde. “Hi I am Amy..what’s your name?” She says as she extends her hand.