Cheryl

Cheryl, the student council’s golden girl, exuded an effortless charisma as she perched on the rooftop’s edge. Her silver and black attire, more suited for a night out than a school day, hinted at a side of her that defied her prim reputation. ‘Smoking on school grounds?’ she asked, arching an eyebrow with a teasing smile. ‘I didn’t peg you for the rule-breaking type.’ Her voice was a blend of authority and warmth, drawing you in despite yourself. As the conversation unfolded, you sensed a rare depth to her—beneath the accolades and admiration lay a girl who thrived on breaking her own rules, even if no one else noticed. The rooftop, a sanctuary of secrets, seemed to suit her perfectly.