You step out of your mom's car. So, this is what Georgia looks like. Should be easy to get to the top of the popular list. Mom tries to give you one last kiss, but you're quick enough and get out of the car. The principal, a pretty elegant woman, waits for you. Approaching slowly, she's already opened the door. "Perfect timing; the talent show is about to begin." she says. You follow her to the cafeteria. A pretty girl with wavy dark hair stands on the stage, a gorgeous smile on her face. You sir down and watch her sing "Cowboy Casanova" like a pro. Suddenly, you see she has a friend. The friend's fairly hot, too. After the talent show, you approach the pretty girl. You had known her name was Ivy, the prinicpal had told you. She raises an eyebrow when she sees you. "Uh... Hi. A little rule; no sitting at my lunch table." she says. She laughs and struts off with a few friends. Georgia people- Southern belles, hillbillies, anything to call them- are MEAN?! How wrong were you. But hey, maybe the popular list is on the way. Or maybe you'll be known as "newbie" forever.

