Pale skin.

Long legs.

Butt short blue skirt.

Tight black tank top enhancing ample bosom.

Hot. Very hot. This is how half the population of Riverdale High assesses me. Male population.

Bottle blond curly hair.

Heart shaped face caked in makeup.

Stinking mouth.

Fake bosom.

Enough makeup to make the devil look like an angel.

"How does she live with herself?" This is how the rest of the population assesses me. Female population.

There are exceptions like the "Knights" ,as they are called, comprising of Austin Jones, Drake Walters and most importantly Francis Johansen. These are the boys who don't think I am important enough to assess me. But I like to think that they are scared that their secret crush on me will get revealed so they don't look at me.

Are you sure it isn't because of Charlotte Gray and Candace Auburn?

The lipstick tube in my hand breaks with the tremendous pressure I apply on it involuntarily in rage. Charlotte! That name disgusts me to no end. Urgh! I will kill her. How dare she smile at Francis, huh? And that bitch dared seduce him! I swear if he smiles at her once more she is dead. Francis is mine! HE IS MINE AND MINE ONLY!

No he isn't! Never was and now never will! You know how these happen Francis will inevitably fall for Charlotte accept it Julie.

I hate my conscience even more than Charlotte.

I check my appearance for a last time. Hmm Sexy!

I climb down the stairs gracefully and enter my kitchen. My stomach is gnawing with hunger pangs. I reach for the cabinet door and pull it open and fish out a packet of protein powder. I have it with a glass of water, my stomach is still gnawing. Sure the powder provides all the nutrition in the required amount but that doesn't mean it fills my stomach. As if on cue the smell of lasagna enters through my window. The neighbors. My eyes start to water but I hold them back not wanting to ruin my makeup. I don't even remember the last time I ate anything other than salad, water or protein powder. I have to do all this to look hot, to be accepted, because this is what they expect from me. My parents, friends, teachers and even enemies and Julia Archer always lives upto everyone's expectations. I take in a deep breath clearing my throat of the lump formed as I get nostalgic about my Dad. My step father who loved me more than my biological father could ever do.

"Dad where are you?" I mutter aloud.

I leave the house after locking it up. I enter my flashy red Ashton Martin. I speed towards Riverdale High thinking the common term used by all Riverdale High student's for me even the Knights. "Siren!"

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Hello everyone so I know I am kind of lazy keeping my other book on hold but I just couldn't wait to finish that to start this book. Hope all of you like this story,a complete cliché breaker.

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