rather large chest. “I didn’t know our seats were assigned,” Barbie replied sarcastically, not getting up. “Listen, trailer trash, around here we do things a certain way. The ugly people go sit in the back next to the trash cans. They don’t speak unless spoken to. You don’t belong,” the girl icily retorted. She had steel blue eyes that were cold and hard, wavy brown hair, and the body of a playboy bunny. Barbie was taken aback by the girl’s comment. Everyone was looking at her now. They all looked so beautiful but so mean. Their eyes burned into her, making her feel naked and insecure for the first time in her life. “Look, she’s gonna cry,” a boy with black hair said, laughing. Barbie wouldn’t give them that satisfaction, so before she burst into tears she split. How could they be so mean to her? Who were they to judge her? Never once did it cross her mind that she used to be exactly the same way. The next couple of weeks were torture. No one was nice to her at school. The only time anyone even spoke to her was when they were making fun of her. Poor Barbie was all alone. Her mother had joined a women’s bridge club, and her father was always working. Barbie was completely isolated. For the first time in her perfect life, she was having it hard. As she walking down the street she took notice of her surroundings. Everyone was so beautiful here. Everyone was so perfect. She was lost in her own thought process, so she didn’t notice the garbage truck pull up next to her. She was so startled to see it that she tripped and fell. She landed in a pile of trash. “Move it, lady. Can’t you see that I’m trying to work?” Barbie looked up to see a handsome man, mid- thirties, glowering over her. He had sandy blonde hair and muscular arms.
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