Blond hair flowing in the air when she rides up in her Volkswagen covertable, blasting music you can hear a mile away. Opening her door with her huge Michal Kors purse on one hand, and her starbucks in another. Her prada gold sunglasses glistening in the sunlight, she slams her door. All the boys stare at her. Shes wearing her mini skirt and a flower crop top. I look at my friend, "Why cant we be like her?" When she opens up the main doors of the school the wind blows her hair to one direction, two football captains hold the doors open for her. She removes the gold sunglasses off of her face, she gives one guy to hold her purse to first period. During that week we were nominating homecoming princesses for our senior year she got nominated. Her name was brooklynn Hollywood everyone loved her she was the riches girl in all New York.