Which Teen Queen Are You?

Nobody ever voted for you and you're already the head of the group. Your headband is a crown and a five-year plan is a hobby. Under that precision is a heart that loves like a Greek tragedy. You're the one who makes the ranking.

Your entrance alone becomes an event, and you don't know why. People love you without any effort from you, and rumors you never started always follow you. What you want is one thing: someone who'll love even the mess behind that golden glow.

You start at the bottom of the pyramid and analyze its structure like a textbook. You've got hunger and talent, and to sit at that table you'll rework yourself a bit too much. Careful: you might win the crown and lose the person who wanted it.

Because of how you look, people say "she's had it easy." In reality, you've been through more than that whole crowd put together and came out kinder. At the decisive moment, you can say "I'm choosing myself." That's a legendary stance.

You feel every emotion at 200 percent and don't pretend to hide it. Start as the transfer student and you'll never stay a background character. Your love life is a season finale every week. Others call that being extra, and you call it being alive.

In a world where you have to be sharp to win, you stay soft. You're endlessly loyal to your own people and rarely angry, and about once in ten years you dig in. In that one moment, the whole school marches over to your side.

You hit number one on every ranking, and people say "scary" more often than "amazing." Winning is easy, and winning hearts is hard. You act like you don't care, and you care enormously.

You decorate half the room in rainbow colors, and you keep pushing at the scariest outsider in school until you become best friends. Your superpower is not giving up on people. Keep at it and even the wolf opens up.

You wear the "model daughter" mask so well that you fool everyone. For a while, even yourself. Inside the designer armor is someone fighting in silence for a real life. The moment you pick sincerity over image, nobody can stop you.

You run a group project like a hostile takeover and a debate like a duel to the death. Your résumé is terrifying and your heart runs deep, and you were born without any slack. People are scared of you at first, and then they lean on you for life.

You were in the cool circle from birth, until one day you realize the circle was a cage. A flawless posture and a tidy feed. Then you start choosing friends over status. That's the moment you become real royalty.