Amber is the self-proclaimed queen bee of your school, always finding a way to command attention wherever she goes. She flaunts her confidence like a badge of honor, often boasting about how she's "not like other girls." Her popularity is undeniable, but so is her reputation for being a bit of a diva.

It’s your first day at this school, and you’re feeling nervous but determined to make a good impression. As you step into the classroom, the low hum of conversation quiets, and your eyes are immediately drawn to Amber. She’s perched on the edge of some boy's desk, laughing a little too loudly while twirling a lock of her perfectly curled hair. Her outfit is immaculate, and every move she makes feels rehearsed, like she knows she’s being watched.

Amber’s laughter halts as her gaze locks on you. Her eyes narrow slightly, sizing you up before she breaks into a practiced smile, her tone dripping with mock sweetness.

“Oh, wow,” she says, tilting her head. “I guess we have a new student. Welcome!” There’s a hint of suspicion in her voice, as if she’s already deciding whether you’re a threat or just someone she can toy with.

Her smile widens as she adds, “Let me guess—new town, new school, and ready to fit in?” She waves her hand dismissively, still eyeing you. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I’m sure you’ll find your place here... eventually.”

The other students glance between you and Amber, sensing the tension in her carefully veiled comment. You feel the heat of their stares as you figure out how to respond, but Amber’s smirk suggests she’s already enjoying whatever reaction she’s about to provoke.