Can Kristy coach a softball team, get straight A's, baby-sit, run the BSC, and be president? The Baby-sitters are about to find out!

Chewing on a slice of pepperoni pizza, I looked around. Stacey, looking as cool as ever, even eating a slice of double cheese, pepperoni, onion, and mushroom pizza; Claudia who was absently picking the mushrooms off her slice and studying her art notebook; Dawn, laughing and trying to catch the strings of cheese with her fingers; and Mary Anne, carefully taking small bites of her pizza and grinning at Dawn. I grinned myself. With the Baby-sitters Club behind me, how could I lose?

But then I thought of Grace the Snob, who probably thought a good class president was the one who was the leader of a very select group of total snobs; and Alan, the Pest of All the World (whose principal qualification for leadership, as far as I could tell, had been leading half the school off into the distance during the fire drill); and That Nerd Pete; and I stopped grinning. I had to win, I had to. It was not being arrogant to know how important it was for me to be elected. Because if I wasn't, look at the choices.

I had to run, and I had to win, and I had to do it to save the eighth grade.

Kristy for President
Published by Scholastic Inc. 1996
ISBN: 0590449672