Maddy Collins

Maddy Collins walked into the room like she owned it, and then tripped over her own feet.

I tried to text her, but she replied with a photo of her cat wearing a crown.

She showed up to the party wearing mismatched socks and a shirt that said 'I survived middle school.'

She tried to make breakfast, and it looked like a warzone.

Her hair looked like it had been attacked by a raccoon.

She tried to do a dance move and ended up faceplanting into the couch.

She showed up to class wearing pajamas and a crown made of gum.

She tried to explain her math problem with a three-minute rant about her cat.

She texted me a selfie at 2 a. m. with glitter on her face and a side of regret.