Northface, pretty face, thinks shes perfect, far from it, so not worth it.
Acts like she’s sure of herself, always knows exactly what to say, coping with the fact that tomorrow she has to get through another miserable day.
Surrounded by all the other girls, she’s the leader of the pack, only because she’s nice to them even though they all hate each other, and she knows they talk behind her back
Fully alive, life of the party, she can’t be mislead, crying on the inside, far from wounded, she’s already dead.