"Look there's Alley Parker. I love her jacket isn't it great?"

"She's got such a great sense of fashion."

"I wish I was Alley Parker."

Sometimes I wonder what people think about me.

"Look at my shoes, aren't they cute? They are the same ones that Alley Parker wore last week."

I wonder if it's possible that they can see the real me and not this walking fashion magazine. In reality when I think about stuff like this I have only myself to blame. I could be more than Alley Parker, the girl with amazing clothes. But it's too late for that now.

"Alley, please pay attention!" Isabelle snapped at me.

I opened my eyes and looked at my best friend, Isabelle. She was the head of the P3's. The P3's is a group of three popular girls in my school. I just happen to be one of them. Because I am a P3 I have to hide my true self.

My true self is a nerd to put it bluntly. I read on my spare time I love math and science and learning it just seems like a whole new experience to me everyday. But this embarrasses Isabella and Leika. They are the other two P's in the P3's. Stupid name isn't it?

P3's.

Isabelle made it up. She said that we were 'pretty, popular and perfect' I think it sounds pretty boastful but I only follow her lead. Isabelle is the leader of the P3's. She's cool and content all the time she's a born leader. Leika has always followed what Isabelle does like I have. And me, I'm the misfit.

I remember Isabelle would always yell at me for different things. 'Don't wear glasses it's disgusting.' 'Stand up straight your not meant to have a curved back.' But the thing that hurt me the most was when she saw a grade I had gotten on a math test. I had the highest mark in the whole class and I didn't even study. Isabelle took one look at it and said, 'P3's aren't supposed to be overly smart'

From then on I had hid all my marks from everyone. I continued getting excellent marks but nobody knew. At the time I wasn't supposed to be smart. It had become a habit. At school I had become quiet because everything I said was wrong. I never showed anyone my grades; I just focused on what being a P3 was all about.

When I got home I would put on my glasses and sulk around. Pretty soon the me at school and the me at home had become two separate people. One always searching for approval. The other always searching for an answer.

Perhaps that is who I've become.