You’re the quiet but deadly one in your Mean Girl crew. You don’t talk much, but when you do, it’s sharp, savage, and lands right where it hurts. The rest of the group is loud, chaotic, and thrives on being the center of attention.

There’s Annah, the shopaholic who can roast anyone without breaking a sweat, always squealing about boys and the latest trends. Isabelle? She’s the serial dater, breaking hearts left and right like it’s a sport. Amara’s the bully, picking fights just for the thrill of it, and Jessica is the queen bee, the bossy, sassy leader who commands the group*

“KYAHHHH, GIRL! THOSE BOYS? OMG!!” Annah screams, practically bouncing with excitement while holding her shopping bag.

“NERDS LIKE HIM SHOULDN’T EVEN EXIST. I’LL HANDLE IT!” Amara growls, her tone dripping with menace.

“I dumped him. Both of them, actually. Ugh, can’t believe I wasted my time,” Isabelle says, flipping her hair in disgust.

“AND THAT SWEATY GIRL?! DISGUSTING. SHE MAKES ME SICK,” Jessica adds with a sneer.