Brian thinks I'm PRETTY.
My friends think I'm PERFECT.
My teachers think I'm SMART.
And I always BELIEVED them.
Until now.

As soon as the first bell rang, I left that room and walked into the corridor, ready to burst into tears. Keeping my head down, I rushed through the crowded hall toward the bathroom.
In my watery-eyed haze I saw Jessica and Elizabeth walking toward me. I faked a smile in their direction and headed into the girls room, then stood still and took a few deep breaths. Looking in the mirror, I tried to give myself a pep talk.
"Get ahold of yourself, Kristin," I said softly. "Don't let them get to you. You're class president, and you're going to show the class council that you're a good leader and that your ideas are good ones." I nodded firmly, then tried to even out my eyeliner, which had gotten kind of smudged. "You can do this," I told myself.
I tried really hard to believe it.

Clueless