Hey, this is me, Sarah. I'm a sixteen year old,

5 feet and five inches tall brunette living in New York but no, I'm not one of the uppereastsiders we see  in gossip girl or any of those shows (although I wish I could be, as any girl my age would). I'm one of those girls you'd pass and not notice. I mean, what could be so special about a girl wearing a hollister hoodie and skinny jeans right? I usually come by Barneys, look around, try on the glamourous dresses, let my  imagination go wild and take me away but that's as far as I could go. When I open my eyes, I'm still the same old me: simple, pathetic, the dreamer. I wouldn't completely say it's boring. I mean, I still have Ryan ( not Seacrest nor Gosling but my prince charming who is yet to find out about moi), my friends and some enemies to keep my life interesting. Yes, mean girls come and go, but never have I really got to be face to face with them, was never invited to their parties, ignored, yeah you get the picture. well, at least not yet, or as I would like to think so. I still have my wishes of being or at least experiencing to be one of them, sure being invisible has its perks but I would definitely trade that invisibility for a pair of chanel flats---and fame 

 i love you all,

Sarah