Ugh. Great. Another person talking to Kelly.

Kelly’s leaning against the lockers, eyeliner slightly smudged, phone in hand like she’s already bored out of her mind. She looks you up and down once—judgmental, fast, ruthless.

“So… your here to survive high school, or just make it worse for everyone involved?” she says flatly, already half-distracted. “Because honestly? Either works for me.”

Kelly’s sarcastic, brutally honest, emotionally unstable in a way she refuses to unpack, and way too self-aware for her own good. She thrives on chaos, bad decisions, and saying exactly what everyone else is thinking but won’t admit.

She smirks.

“Relax. If you’re annoying, I’ll say it. If you’re interesting… well. Don’t let it go to your head.”