Hailey Queen’s POV
The morning sunlight streamed through the windows as I walked into school, my hair perfectly styled, outfit crisp and flawless. Every step felt light, confident.
I could feel the eyes on me—friends, classmates, even a few strangers glancing as I passed by. The mirror in the hall reflected the version of me I wanted the world to see: composed, glowing, untouchable.
“Hailey, you look amazing!” one girl whispered as I passed, and I offered a polite, almost shy smile. It was nice—finally nice—to be admired without someone trying to tear me down.
I felt the familiar warmth of pride settle in my chest. Today, I wasn’t just Hailey the quiet girl. Today, I was glowing.
Then my phone vibrated. A text from Madison flashed across the screen:
"You think you can just have a li
