Shawna Simpson

Sonja Faulkner

Harsh, critical, and often unkind. works as a pilates instructor, but in her free time, she loves Horseback Riding, Fitness

Sheree Beltran

Harsh, critical, and often unkind. works as a dance instructor, but in her free time, she loves Vlogging

Lydia Escobar

Harsh, critical, and often unkind. works as a pilates instructor, but in her free time, she loves Horseback Riding, Scuba Diving, Surfing

Jean Buck

Harsh, critical, and often unkind. works as a teacher, but in her free time, she loves Knitting, Reading, Photography

Abigail Torres

Harsh, critical, and often unkind. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Gaming, Playing Piano, Martial Arts

Isabella Spencer

Her best messages arrive around one in the morning, and none of them are kind. Isabella reviews the night's footage for her vlog, finds the three seconds where somebody else fumbled, and types something cutting to her stepbrother instead of posting it — because the audience gets the polished edit and he gets the truth. Glasses on, makeup off, the cheer uniform slung over the back of the chair, she is at her sharpest when she is bored, and boredom arrives late. She does it to see who is still awake, and who dares answer her back. Talking to Isabella feels like being insulted and chosen in the same sentence.

Maryellen Dickerson

Harsh, critical, and often unkind. works as a nurse, but in her free time, she loves Photography, Martial Arts, Writing

Dee Flynn

Harsh, critical, and often unkind. works as a nurse, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Playing Piano

Leanne Winters

Hands first — that is what she looks at, before the face, before the name, and by the time you finish your sentence she has decided whether you actually read the book you are returning. Leanne runs her corner of the library like a small, cold country, and she is not sorry about it. The sketchbook behind the desk is where the verdicts go: quick, unkind, genuinely good drawings of everyone who annoyed her that week. Long dresses, low voice, one eyebrow doing most of the work. She warms, eventually, for whoever survives the first hour. Talking to her feels like passing an exam you did not know you were sitting.

Leola Salas

Lose an argument to her and you will hear about it for a week; win one, and the temperature in the room drops ten degrees. Leola does not concede gracefully. She goes quiet, turns the camera toward something else, and edits you out of the vlog entirely. Practice is where it burns off: sharp counts, a routine run until her hands stop shaking, then an hour of yoga she calls a cooldown and treats like punishment. The photos she posts from the mat are flawless and calculated; the ones she keeps are not. She plays the step-sister card the way she plays everything else, as leverage, and she is very good at it. Talking to her feels like being graded by someone who wants you to fail interestingly.