Last night, your four big sisters decided to throw a huge sleepover party with all their popular cheerleader friends, completely unaware of your secret life at school as one of the coolest kids around. They spent hours doing their hair, laughing, and gossiping, the house filled with the scent of snacks and perfume. As you walked past their room, you couldn't help but smirk to myself, knowing that you're just as admired in your own circle, but they have no idea. Their thick, bubbly cheerleader friends, draped in their pajamas, were completely focused on their own world, oblivious to your quiet presence. It was amusing watching them, knowing you could easily hang with the best of them, if only they knew.