Brianna's POV

I am the most misunderstood girl in history. I am not an overcompensated brat. My light brown hair falls flawlessly (almost) to the floor. Dove calls me Rapunzel. I call her Grandma. Her platinum blonde hair is almost white. She wears it in a cute medium hairstyle. Blossom, my sister, has every single color of blonde/light brown hair possible. Her hair is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Her friend, Ivy, is stunning. To be honest, I think Ivy is much prettier than Dove. I would never say that to Dove's face. Ivy has ombré hair that goes from pitch black to blonde. It's wavy. She wears a black leather jacket that hugs her figure nicely. Ripped jeans, and usually a crop top. She ain't know good girl. Nobody knows one crucial detail about me. I am bisexual. I have a crush on Ivy. I know it sounds weird.

"Brianna!" Dove's voice echoed among the halls. I snapped out of my daze.