It's hard to find confidence in yourself when you feel like everyone's watching you, waiting for you to screw up.
I know why I'm doing this and why it's imperative. I know how this could influence those who I care about, but still, I never said it would be easy.
Now I know what your thinking, that I'm just the average blonde stuck up cheerleader, but you know what there is so much more to me than that.
Yes, I know I can be a bit of a bitch sometimes, but deep down I'm just as petrified and pathetic as everybody else. I just happen to look better and have better clothes than they do.
I took a deep breath; pushing blonde highlights out of my muddy brown eyes and sighed thoughtfully to myself. My manicured nails tapped rhythmically against the counter and then as if unhappy with that I stopped and balled my hand into a fist instead.
"Are you sure about this?" Mandy asked me, curiously. Her Bambi eyes stared frantically at me, waiting obediently for my command. Mandy was nice if you were into that whole dramatic, wanna-be type- and in this case she obviously wanted to be me- but I made an effort to keep her around because she was a student assistant in the office. It was ever so convenient to me when she could access the computer with a flick of her hand, and change me C- in calculus to an A.
"Just do it." I moaned, rolling my eyes.
She nodded and then without hesitation she added 300 more votes to my stack of homecoming nominations. When she finished I smiled with satisfaction and clapped my hands girlishly.
"Thanks Mandy. You're a doll. I'll be sure to invite you to eat lunch with us tomorrow."
She flushed happily and I turned to leave, knowing that I had this election in the bag. I stopped abruptly and craned my neck over my shoulder elegantly.
"Mandy?" I called.
"Just out of curiosity who was in the lead before now?" It had to have been me. Although deep down I knew that if I was really sure that I was going to win I wouldn't be here right now.
"Umm…I-It was a tie." She said timorously.
"You and Shelby Ricardo" My back tensed and I scowled at the name, I knew that I didn't come across as very appetizing with this look—that it was something my competitive, "I'm a winner" mother would've scolded me for—but I couldn't help it.
How could that new girl, the Miss. Know-it-all bookworm/ I have no style, be tied with me? How was that possible?
All I know is that before that girl came to this school I had everyone wrapped around my fingers—out of fear or admiration, it didn't matter—but as soon as she showed up one event after another turned my school into chaos. She had no idea who she was messing with, but I was going to show her who the fairest of them all was and when I was finished the only thing left of her would be her shiny black hair and a whole lot of tears….