Once again, I was in a new school. So was a girl in my class named Paris. That's where the similarities ended.

¡¡¡¡I was tall ands she was petite. My thick, black hair had been recently cut short into a shag style. Her natural blonde hair flowed to her waist and looked great when she flipped it around. I was 12 and one of the oldest in the class. She was 11 and the youngest in the class. I was awkward and shy. She wasn't. I wore baggy overalls, sweatshirts and lime green hiking boots. Paris wore rhinestone platform shoes and expensive, designer jeans….