Everybody had always accused her of being proud.
And why shouldn't she have pride in herself? She was beautiful, a top violinist, future valedictorian and envied by everyone. Her accomplishments were the core of her pride.
Every competition she entered, she had to win first place: she had a special motto 'if you don't come in first, don't come in at all.' Consequently, she won every single competition she entered. Whether it be debates, or pageants (of course, this was when she was much littler, and unaware of the sexism and downright shallowness behind it), or her gymnastics meet, or the math competition; they were all the same, she made sure to crush the competition and come on top either way.
Maybe, with all of these competitions, she was probably lacking in school? Such was not the case; this student was getting top marks in her class, in the school even, was student council president (three years straight) and had her goals set on either being senator or a top notch lawyer.
So, maybe, with all the work she was doing, she had to be some sort of saint, or overly friendly person that everybody looked up to and liked.
This, however, was most definitely not the case.
Little to nobody liked her. Respected her, and feared her power, almost definitely. Anybody in the school could clearly see how great she was, accomplishment-wise. It was too bad those accomplishments was what made her so nasty a person.
To anybody who tried to be her friend, she immediately started to brag and boast of her accomplishments, to a point where nobody could stand to listen to her anymore and all but ran away from her. To say she was discouraged would be an outright lie; she didn't care if she had any friends, or bothered to like her.
She was going somewhere.
She didn't need anybody.
She only had to rely on herself, and that was that. Nobody else could tell her otherwise, and she was the only thing that mattered to her.