The Low Key Paris Hilton

So let me introduce myself. I'm Chachi. I was born and raised in the Bay Area. I lived in East Palo Alto from the age of 3-13 years old and had to move and leave everything I knew behind because of the gang wars and drug houses that surrounded my home. Living in a danger zone is one of the memories that stay fresh in my mind, I remember the sound of gun shots and having to hide under the table because the sound was so close. I remeber the sound of sirens, screeching tires and the disaster that followed; another police chase. Of course as any mother would do in such a situation the only answer was relocation. I moved to the valley shortly after my 14th birthday. Starting over was one of the biggest challenges in my life at that point, after having tasted what it is like to be popular at my previous school and having some sort of status.
I had to start High School all over again. It was the worst rest of my freshmen year ever. I sat alone, wandered the halls like a lost person. I knew no one, not a soul. At that point the feeling of intimidation was strong. I felt so out of place. But then again that feeling has lingered in me since the begining. After endless nights of crying and feeling sorry for myself like some emotional wreck of a person I decided to create who I would become, in school that is. The inspirational girly girl who fits in no one category. I chose the group of friends, choose the proper attire, and chose the right attitude. I became Patricia, bubbly, funny, nice. I became the girl who wore high heels every day, and pink every other day. I mastered the art of dressing to impress. The low key Paris Hilton of the school. I treated every day of school as a fashion show. I walked the walk, talked the talk, and got peoples attention. I had created myself, I was Patricia. I was finally someone. People knew who I was, they knew my name. I was no longer the lost girl. I was finally somebody. I participated in every event I could. I sang in the school talent show for 3 years and finally won in my senior year. I created the first ever fashion club at my school with my friend Jorge, we raised money for the club by giving makeovers durring the lunch break and made enough to plan and execute a fashion show. And that is exactly what we did. Boy did we make waves.... we must have broken every school dress code ever. It was a risque and sassy show. It caused quite a ruckus. I am not the most modest person in the world, I'll tell you that. High School was quite fun, and a great battle I conquered without making one enemy. Grace, Intelligence, and Sense is Key to surviving High School. (To Be Continued.......)


Here is some of Jorge's make-up work.
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