For those of you who are confused right now because you don’t know much about Rafe, here’s the deal: He’s notorious around here because he tried to break every single rule in the student handbook. He almost did it too, but he got kicked out. (If you’re interested in knowing even more about it, just read Middle School, The Worst Years of My Life. Personally, I wouldn’t bother. But you might like it… if you’re crazy.)

And now everybody at HVMS seemed to think I was going to be the next crazy Khatchadorian.

Everywhere I went, I was following in my brother’s muddy, bloody footsteps. I was about as popular as toxic waste. Rafe wasn’t even here, and he’d already ruined everything.

But I’m not Rafe. I’m the kind of girl who gets straight A’s. I even won Most Outstanding Effort in the third grade. All these people have the wrong idea about me.

I decided that I’d just have to show them that I’m not Rafe Khatchadorian II: The Revenge. I’m more like Georgia Khatchadorian I: The Relatively Normal.

I thought that once I showed everyone the real me, things would get better.

Boy, was I wrong.