&Dahlia, &Phineas Fletcher, &Garance.
Dahlia (Blue), Phineas Fletcher (Red) & Garance (Yellow).
Which one were you? Out of your clique, I mean. At 10 years old and standing at a proud 5.ft 6, I was one of the tallest out of my group of friends. We rolled into primary school like we owned the place, and me, the "big one" automatically assigned the Rotweiler of the group, always walked to the right of the hallway. It's a roll that I didn't always succeed in as my tough exterior made for my soft insides and resulted in me cussing someone out then running away and crying. Yet now at 23 and actually shrinking at a rapid pace (I'M NOW 5ft.5 GUYS AND THE SHORTEST OF ALL MY FRIENDS WTF!!!) I'm definitely not the Rotweiler anymore, to my relief. You do notice that labels matter less and less as you grow up. Instead, you come to realise that you aren't a person that's into one specific thing or has one particular trait, like "the angry one", "the scary one", "the nice one" etc.. Because this is not the Spice Girls audition and nobody needs to have their own special label to really fit in anywhere anymore...Except I'd still claim that "Scary Spice" label. She was hot, and I had the biggest crush on her.