Worst of all, the whole class is laughing at her. Mr. Bradley is yelling for everyone to settle down, but he's also laughing.
I should laugh too, she thinks briefly. But no, she's mortified and can't even move and her face is burning.
Not me! her mind keeps protesting. This isn't happening to me! I'm a pretty and popular girl, a cheerleader!
That ugly girl two desks up seems to be laughing louder than anyone.
Her life's over.