Just Perfect

Urg. I hate it. I hate seeing all those perfectly made girls with their long blonde hair and skinny super model legs. And then, I look at myself. Urg. My curly brown hair is a crazy mess, and my huge glasses make me look extremely dorky.

This is what Crystal thinks, until she joins cheer leading. There, her whole life changes. Now, instead of studing, she parties all day. Her social status rises up and then, reality hits her in the face. Her "friends" just aren't the best.