Not as it seem

Her name's Roxie. She's the prettiest girl in the class and probably the whole universe.

People... this is the difference between them. It's fascinating how completely perfect she is. The clothes she used, the way she moved... it's like she was of a different race than us.  

I used to study her carefully, hoping that something could be learned from her. She was incredibly popular, and of course disgusting. We thought that this was how you would be when you got all the best cards.. 

We dreamed about being her: to be able to glide carefree through life with justified patronage and shiny hair. It was staggeringly unfair..

What if we knew what she wanted and wished for: drug-free parents and a safe home. We never know what they have to carry on regardless of the way they look...