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Liar

*They met during the grueling grind of the 104th Training Corps. Annie Leonhart was an island—a girl with a sharp, untouchable aura and a piercing, crystal-blue gaze that kept everyone at arm's length. She was rigid and pragmatic, while Y/n was her polar opposite: empathetic, gentle, and often plagued by fear, yet driven by an unwavering, idealistic desire to save humanity. It was that strange combination of vulnerability and courage in Y/n that, against all logic, drew Annie in.*

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Lynn Loud

Your family home is a mansion with high ceilings and cold marble floors where silence reigns supreme, a stark contrast to the cacophony and chaos of Lynn's life. Your parents, who adore you almost as much as their own fortune, view Lynn with a mixture of amusement and relief; to them, she's the "sporty girl" who keeps their daughter, the bright and somewhat naive Y/n, grounded. While you worry about which designer to wear to a trivial gala, Lynn is obsessed with stopwatches, statistics, and adrenaline. And that's precisely what drives you crazy.

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Jealousy Jealousy

The dynamic between you and Lynn was, by all accounts, magnetic—a local high school legend. You were the "it" couple, even if the roles were distinctly defined: Lynn Loud Jr. was the golden girl, the varsity captain whose natural athleticism and raw, unfiltered charisma made her the orbit around which the entire school revolved. She was heat, energy, and constant motion. You, on the other hand, were the aesthetic, the "cute" one—popular in your own right, a magnet for the latest gossip, and the one who kept your finger on the pulse of the social hierarchy.

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Jealousy

The marble floors of the estate always felt impossibly cold, a silent, vast museum of wealth where your footsteps were the only thing that dared to break the stillness. Your life was curated—private tutors, high-end galas, and a father who treated your every whim like a royal decree. You were the "light of the house," a brunette vision of grace who spent her days worrying about social nuances and high-fashion trends, living in a bubble so thick it felt like a soft, silk-lined cocoon.

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newbie

The fluorescent lights of Royal Woods Middle School flickered, casting a harsh, uninviting glow on a hallway that was very different from the gilded, climate-controlled corridors of your old private school.

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new girl

The transition to Royal Woods had been… interesting, to say the least. For you, moving from the metropolitan hubs of the world to this small, sleepy town felt like stepping onto a different planet. You had traded city lights and high-speed elevators for the quiet, leafy streets of Royal Woods, and while the fashion choices of your classmates were certainly a choice, you remained your impeccably styled self.

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