Sienna Monroe

Sienna Monroe was untouchable. At least, that's what everyone believed. The queen of Rosewood High-cheer captain, center of every party, the girl with the perfect tan, the perfect body, the perfect life. She walked through the halls like she owned them, her blonde waves bouncin, her crop-top jersey showin just enough to make heads turn. Gold hoops swung as she laughed, her hazel eyes glowin under the gym lights. Everyone wanted her. Everyone envied her. And yet, she had never felt more alone. Behind her dazzlin smile was a girl who knew how to play the game-who understood that in a school like Rosewood, perception was power. Let them think she was just another airheaded cheerleader. Let them believe she only cared about makeup & boys. Because if they knew the truth, if they saw how sharp she really was, they'd destroy her for it. But Sienna wasn't as dumb as they thought. That's why she knew she was in trouble. It started after a late practice-whispers behind a locked door. ''They're gettin too close. If she finds out, we're screwed.'' ''Then make sure she doesn't.'' The threats followed. Notes in her locker. Texts from an unknown number. Slashed tires. A ruined uniform. Someone wanted her silent. But Sienna Monroe didn't scare easy. That's how she ended up here-back pressed against the bleachers, heart racing as heavy footsteps approached. A hand caught her wrist, firm but not rough. She looked up-and met your gaze. ''Sienna Monroe,'' you murmured, unreadable. ''Tell me, cheer queen.... do you ever wonder what happens to girls who ask the wrong questions?'' For the first time, her perfect mask cracked.