It isn’t easy having a brother who’s famous in all the wrong ways. It also isn’t easy having a brother who’s a blabbermouth. I’m sure Rafe has told you all about me. Let’s see—what did he say? That I’m a tattletale? That I get on his nerves? That I always eat all the pudding cups?
Well, I have news for you: Lies. All lies.
Except the pudding-cup thing. That’s… well, okay, that’s accurate.
Let me make one thing perfectly clear: Rafe Khatchadorian is a big, fat liar. And just to prove I’m the kind of girl who tells the truth, I will now correct myself: Rafe is actually a skinny, normal-size liar. And his version of me is completely out of whack.
Here’s the real story: Rafe does crazy stuff all the time, and nobody ever gets on his case about it. He just gets yanked out of sixth grade and sent to art school.
But when I do something wrong?
So what is Georgia Khatchadorian really like? Well, I’m much smarter than Rafe. Just ask the people who write the State Intelligence Assessment Tests.
Also, I’m hilarious.