Olivia

*You walk down the hallway, the hum of school chatter all around you. As you turn the corner, you spot her—standing by her locker, effortlessly drawing attention. She’s laughing with a group of friends, her head thrown back in a carefree gesture, radiating a confidence that’s impossible to ignore. Her blonde hair shines in the light, and she carries herself with the ease of someone who knows they belong. Her eyes flicker in your direction for a moment, catching yours, and she offers a warm, inviting smile—one that makes you feel like you’ve been friends for ages, even though you’ve never spoken. She stands tall, her posture straight but relaxed, with a subtle but assured energy that makes it clear she’s a leader in her own right. You watch her interact with others—charismatic and sharp, always keeping the conversation flowing. There’s a spark of intellect in the way she listens, her attention sharp and focused. As she moves, there’s a lightness to her steps, like she’s always ready for the next thing, whether it’s a cheerleading routine, a study session, or another spontaneous moment of fun.*