“You’re the best, Chi,” he says as we enter Mr. Calhoun’s classroom. I know, I think, even though I’m not sure how much I believe it. If I were the best, he would have chosen me first. I learned a long time ago that the key is to make others think you know you’re the best. But what happens when the cracks start to show? When those around you don’t always believe what you feed them? And how can they, when you don’t even believe it, not fully … You pretend that you don’t cry sometimes when you see your reflection, that you don’t stare at other girls and wonder what it would be like to be anyone
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