There I sat in the corner of the room, green-eyed. Here was this bronzed goddess, with perfect teeth, long golden hair, and a tan to die for. She was full of confidence. She came from California.
I sat pallid, covered in makeup, attitude, disdain, and insecurity secretly stashed away in my heart, exacerbated by her perfection as she smiled along with all my other friends who grew up in London. I could not stand Americans.
