This troper knows one with orange hair. Natural, pumpkin orange hair. That is curly. It's always creeped me out. We call her Gingymort because she's worse than Voldemort and hates being called Ginger/Gingie.

This Troper is a little...odd and was subsequently picked on by a few of these in primary school (it didn't help that I was an early developer) and had no true friends 'till secondary school. There where still many Libies- but they appeared to have spontaneously mutated into tangerine orange morons (not that they where never child geniuses but still...).

This troper being very self aware use to think this trope wasn't real and that when the popular kids where mean to me that it was my fault for being a dick (I was a bit like liz in the 30 rock reunion episode only I new it at the time)... until a couple of year ago when I met a hot girl who liked nothing better then to deliberately get boys attention so she could then complain that they where bothering her

This troper recently got reacquainted with a Libby he used to know in HS. One thing led to another and we ended up doin' the horizontal tango. Score!

This troper has had a libby in his year for 7 freaking years, and I'm a deadpan snarker nerd with a small group of friends that I know realy well, not to mention the fact that I like designing and building coilguns and other magnetic devices.

I had to put up with one for the entire 8th grade, and she was a girl I had a crush on because I didn't knew any better at the time. And of course, she made sure to make fun of me every single day.I simply ignored it to avoid feeding the troll(and because I wouldn't hit a girl at the time and AdultsAreUseless regarding this matter). But when you start badmouthing my friends,It's on. The funny part is that my friends would always tease me about how much FoeYay our rivalry had. Well, we ''DID'' start getting along after we fought, even though we still teased each other a lot...

Inverted. This Troper somehow ''knows'' that he's scaring everyone with his attitude, including the popular kids, who are ironically the smartest ones in school he affectionately calls them aliens. Now he calls one of them Rayquaza and she's on pro-FLUDD.

This troper has several stories about this. First one happened with a male version back in the 6th grade. Some idiot with an afro who once openly stated that he was the only smart one and everyone else was a retard. Come the day he has lice and has to get his afro shaved off however. Ironically though mutual hatred of him is what brought me and my best friend together. The second time was in middle school with this annoying girl complete with posse. Cue her ridiculing me for the next 2 years. This is most likely the reason I hate popular girls.

This troper had to deal with a group of girls like this ''before she was even in middle school''. Seriously, 5th grade.

This Troper had to deal with one in 4th grade. Top that.

This Troper had to deal with one in second grade.

Preschool.

I have a twin sister who '''is''' this trope, so technically I've had to deal with TheLibby since the beginning of existence.

In 5th and 6th grade, this troper was actually a member of a Libby's Girl Posse. This girl was pretty much the definition of the trope - rich family, only child, very pretty, good at sports, the teachers loved her... and a right bitch for a 10-year-old. Plus absolutely everyone was desperate to be her friend, which meant that when this troper was... recruited... by said Libby, she was perfectly happy to dump her best friend of 7 years, and spend the next 2 years either ignoring or humiliating her former best friend, as well as other students. The worst part? This troper has never felt more powerful or accepted than she did then, even if she feels bad for how she treated people. Luckily, she's friends again with the friend she abandoned, and has lost contact with the Libby. Having been in a situation like that, this troper can see why Libbies exist - it's just like having politicians at school!

Jesus, your life sounds like an 80's movie.

This troper doesn't have a real example, but mistook another girl -- who was popular, but appears in retrospect to have been genuinely nice -- for an example of this trope back in sixth grade, partly because she (the troper) was WrongGenreSavvy, and partly because this troper had a PoisonousFriend who disliked the girl in question. This troper actually got into trouble for picking on the fake-Libby at least once. (On the other hand, one of the fake-Libby's friends was pretty nasty.)

This troper also sort of tried to ''become'' TheLibby (although she didn't attempt to cultivate the trope's meanness) in seventh and eighth grade. It didn't really work, because she was too lazy to try very hard, and too shy and socially inept for it to have been a very good plan in the first place.

Oh god. Oh GOD. There were SEVERAL Libbies at my old high school who would do nothing but make my life ''hell''. Being the unpopular loner didn't help either, PLUS the teachers would hardly ever listen when I tried to inform them. And when I actually fought back, they bitched about it to the teachers, who SUSPENDED ME. Ugh, thank god I'm moving schools this year... If I ever encounter one of them again, I'm going to cuntpunt them, damn the consequences.

I feel your pain.

Pain felt here, too.

Here, too!

This troper goes to a school where there is little to no social hierarchy, but VERY tight cliques. This particular high school is ruled by the student council, the football team, and the band. Band kids are generally really nice and open, but can turn viscious at non-band geeks entering the band room. This troper is regarded as the Libby of the freshman band kids. She has a reputation for being loyal, but bitchy towards people who try to inch into the band clique. This troper does not actually want to be the Libby, but her personality puts her there. This troper is not blonde, but goes from tomboy to girly girl in a blink of an eye, is asian, and can flatten any wannabe with fists or bitchiness.

I never thought I'd hear a troper admitting they're a Libby. There goes any chance of sympathy from me.

Hey, don't judge her right away. Libbies can be nice(ish) people once you get to know them.

Why should I? I've suffered ''terrible'' experiences because of them, no way am I going to give anyone who acts like one a chance.

Look, see UnreliableNarrator below? We probably have one here. She even states that she's ''considered'' the Libby, not considering ''herself'' a Libby.

First impressions are a "make it or break it" thing for me; if they act like one, chances are they are one, and there's certainly no reason to trust them unless I see with my own eyes that they actually are good-hearted.

No point directing you here then. First impressions aren't everything, y'know?

And quite frankly I've had my trust betrayed ''far'' too many names to ''want'' to give those a chance anymore - I'm indifferent at best and naturally cynical. Maybe I sound selfish, but I don't care; if you had ever ''been'' in my situation, maybe you'd see where I'm coming from.

I know where your coming from, believe me. So take may advice: grow up and stop acting like a bitch. If you act just as rude as them you're no better! So don't make their mistake and be a better person!

I've tried. And tried. And tried. I simply cannot connect with people on the level you imply, full stop. I can get cordial, but no further.

The best part of the story is how she stated that there was no social heirarchy right up front, then went on to explain not only the details of the social heirarchy, but how she ''enforces it!''

But you have to admit, putting the band kids near the ''top'' of the hierarchy makes a textbook SubvertedTrope. Unless we're dealing with an UnreliableNarrator...

You can turn viscous? Man, you'd think you'd have enough trouble being band geeks, but band geeks with the most pathetic super-power ever? You're like a Greek tragedy.

Win!

This chick would fit in to my school's band. They all act pretty much the same way, until my best friend joined. Even though she always has a deadpan expression, she's very sweet, and is working on restoring the bands reputation. She even welcomes the people who try to "inch into the band clique" who the band had previously scared away.

Wait a minute....Asian...Sloves her problems with her fists...Heather, is that ''you?''

Subverted at this troper's high school. Everyone secretly thinks the school's Libby is a loser, but they're all too damn nice to tell her.

Subverted for ThisTroper as well. There was no real Libby among the cliques in her school that she frequented, but she was pretty much obsessed with the idea of one of her most popular classmates being one. It turned out she wasn't, and the one being the Libby-like bitch in the deal was ''the troper'' since her "tunnel vision" in regards to the girl blinded her to the other's qualities. Yeah, I wasn't the best person in highschool, huh? We made some sort of amends before highschool was over, but the troper still sometimes kicks herself over that.

Ever see the high school reunion episode of ''30 Rock'' ?

This troper's high school has a fair share of these. Except that they are more apathetic than outwardly malicious. Another, bigger, subversion is that some of them actually get along with this troper, even though he's pretty obviously a {{Nerd}}.

This troper went to an entire ''school'' full of Libbies. She walked away with an even worse temper than she had (which is saying a lot) and PTSD.

This troper didn't exactly go to a school full of Libbies, but can feel your pain for real. I estimate my single gender high school was half filled with Libbies and mostly filled with utterly cruel sociopaths (with only about 10% of the populace actually being good girls) and I walked away from that experience with a few suicide attempts under my belt, a deep fear and distrust of other people (which is why I pushed away from a group of potential ''genuine'' friends in college), and all the classic signs of PTSD.

It's nice to see that something as life-destroying as PTSD is being used so freely to describe your experiences in flippin' high school. Seriously, high school can suck, but some of the tropers on this page have really gotta move on.

This troper is friends with one who was a Libby. She's pulled a 180 after High school though. She wasn't all bad when she was.

This troper's cousin is in serious danger of becoming one of these. She's even ''called'' Elizabeth.

This troper's school is rather... different. Mostly in the ruling clique category. The emo-identified kids are the ruling class. Whereas the people they lable as the 'preps' are genuinely nice people, and very good friends to each other. The nerds and band kids are the second ruling class, and the jocks are the third. This troper doesn't really have a label except for 'that nice girl'. And the [=EIs=] (emo-identified) all think of themselves as individuals, despite the fact that they all dress and act alike. Which leaves the goth kids, who were there first and are actually original, very angry. Also, the [=EIs=] are very against the "preps" thinking they're very elite. It couldn't be any more wrong! The preps will accept their friends no matter what. But the [=EIs=] are the fickle ones. A normal conversation goes like this: "You like the new ''HannahMontana'' song!? You are so out of our group! We don't want to ever see you again!" How twisted is that! But living up to this troper's image, she gets along with each group. Even if I secretly respect the poor girly girls for not being afraid to like what they like...

What is this I don't even... Schools like this ''exist?''

Every girl this troper knew in this troper's old school was like this, intentionally going out of the way to be mean to anyone who wasn't "popular" or a "popular" person's friend. This troper and her sister would go home crying every day, until we eventually moved (Not because of the school issues, though). The good news is that this has made this troper and her sister better people in general and they are now able to put up with anyone else who is like this.

This troper volunteered in a ''preschool'' this summer complete with a pint-size Libby. I am fully serious.

At this troper's old high school, there was one Libby who stood out in particular. She was this rich Italian party girl who transferred to the school because, apparently, she out-Libbied everybody at her old one and became a social pariah there. She had her own GirlPosse: a fellow Italian party girl who was the token devoted second-in-command, and an airheaded, big-breasted blonde who was the dimwitted follower. She wound up getting kicked out after she was caught bringing Jack Daniels into the school (in a Sprite bottle, even though a Coke or Pepsi bottle would've been less conspicuous -- hey, Libbies aren't the sharpest tools in the shed). Practically everybody cheered the news of her expulsion. The social hierarchy, meanwhile, went along these lines: the jocks and cheerleaders at the top, followed by the theater kids, then the "hardcore" kids, then the science and computer nerds, then the kids in the War Strategies club (aka the ''{{Warhammer 40000}}'' club), and finally the kids that everybody hated. The Koreans, meanwhile, were in their own separate corner.

Male example: Middle school. He put on a fake "goody-goody" act for teachers, got good grades, and once threatened to kill me. And was a boorish, obnoxious, jerk who had no concept of sarcasm. Thank goodness that one kid decked him before Winter Break.

This troper has a few in her school. They act nice, but they are backstabbers. We have had them since 4th grade.

In sixth grade, I used to hang out with some girls like this out of loneliness. One of the girls would always go "Ten feet away, please" when I stood behind her in the lunch line. Before school started the girls were talking about how there'd be a "popular table" I was not allowed to sit at. There never was a "popular table." One of the girls eventually dropped the Libby act and became one of my best friends, the other one continue to be a complete and utter snob until she moved away.

This troper, when he was chubby a while ago, was picked on by vicious Libbies, and when I toned up and looked more like the social definition of a jock, a bunch of them tries to get me to date them. I flat out refused. Then came my, erm, embarrassing moments in High School English...that was when they made very thinly veiled sexual harassment at me. I gave them a scathing speech about how their opinions changed based on my looks and not on my characteristics and left.

...I seriously wish I had your courage...

Ditto. That qualifies as a Crowning Moment of Awesome in my book.

Note to people here who are still in school: Libbies and Jerk Jocks grow up to become hypocritical adults. A few kids who terrorized this troper in middle school have come up to me many years later acting like we were long lost soulmates, or have tried to friend me on Facebook. The former was greeted with civility that was strained, to say the least, when what I really wanted to do was ask if they either have amnesia or if it was their twin that bullied the crap out of me. Seriously, the abuse I received in middle school made being ignored and isolated in high school seem like a blessed relief in comparison, and they really think I'm going to forget that and be their BFF?

Subversion: This lurker's school has a group of ten Libbies and their male equivalents, but that's 20 out of 200 students in my year, who otherwise all sit together (as in, no defined social groups, not 200 people on one table) and have unanimously agreed that they all look so lonely sat in the corner...

Man...from around third grade on, I've dealt with Libbies ignoring, harrassing, and basically making it pronounced that I was NOT WELCOME in the social structure of my graduating class. It turned me into a shy loner for the majority of middle school and up to my sophomore year, and made me a closed-up, nervous person and's probably responsible for my anxiety and stress problems. Though, with my Junior year[this year], I'm starting to get away from that and have found an amazing group of friends, and have a boyfriend. However, I really hate my graduating class and am actually friends with maybe three people out of one hundred fifty, and it doesn't help that about eighty of them are a variation of TheLibby or are a JerkJock.

''That girl'' for this troper was named Melissa, and her GirlPosse was snarkily known as "the Missy Group". She and her second-in command were my friends up until about... fifth grade, when they alternated between ignoring me and making fun of me. Once in art class they pulled a stool out from under me and laughed when I fell on the floor, and once they came up to me and confronted me about a boy I liked, only to laugh in my face while I squirmed in discomfort. To make it worse, my best friend (who had gone to a different school for two years before returning in seventh grade) decided she wanted to be in the Group, which lead to a ton of fights between the two of us and some fighting with me and Missy's friends. And incidentally, guess who friended me on Facebook a while ago?

This troper dealt with a Libby from first to fourth grade. What's even worse was that the Libby's parents were highly influential and had contributed a large amount to the school, so almost everyone kissed her feet. It was a pretty small school, too, so there were no subcultures except for the Libby's. Then, the year after I ''finally'' leave, I go to summer camp and stay with a cabin full of Libbies. They sexually harassed me, teased me, and gave me moderate PTSD. I can't even stand ''hearing'' about summer camps, even now. Just typing this makes my heart race.

This Trope had dealt with Libbies a lot during 4-6th grade. Did not help that she broke very easily. High School is by comparison a pleasant experience, since all but a select group of idiots are actually very friendly.

Best thing about my high school was that because it was pretty much a collection of every nerd in the state, there WAS NO Libby or CoolCrowd. There were still plenty of idiots and smokers, though, mind you, but nothing too serious.

Thankfully, this troper has only had to deal with two or three in her life, but they were still right biatches. The first two first bullied me for no good reason (I'm shy and used to be pedantic) and then my friend. One was expelled and the other left. The third one goes to this troper's current secondary school (although she is leaving this year, thank God) and enjoys hanging out with the jerks who like to ruin my life and my friends' lives, and also enjoys ruining mine into the bargain. She even has the gall to call me the bully, make false accusations and bait me to get "evidence". Soon as she leaves I'm taking her off Facebook.

In this troper's choir group, there is a girl who seems to have some sort of 'Mean' bubble around her. She's bossy, stuck-up, makes sure you KNOW she doesn't like you, and will tease you about your fears. And some of the girls in her {{Girl Posse}} are actually very nice and kind people until they come into contact with her. One, for example, becomes extremely rude and harsh when she's with her, and is a {{Cool Big Sis}} when she's not around.

My class has a few girls who are like the parody of The Libby. It's pretty sad. Just about everyone secretly (or not so secretly) hates everyone else in my class.

This troper had a male libby as his rival while in the middle school magnet chorus. Except it wasn't much of a rivalry because the libby's mother was head of the PTA and devoted all her time to getting awesome things done for the magnet chorus (like, for example, field trips to New York City to watch {{Showboat}} on Broadway), and the chorus teacher rewarded her for it by spoiling the crap out of her son. Granted, the boy wasn't truly nasty like some libbies, but he was unbearably smug and enjoyed being catty.

Her name was Sharon. She ruled over her group of about 10 other girls who worshipped her, and if they didnt agree with her she would be quick to turn on them, while maintaining her innocent good image. This Troper was part of a weird group of people who werent liked by the libby and her friends, and were often picked on by her, until she showed her true colours to everyone, while bullying a kid a few years younger than herself. Nobody talks to her now, even some of her own friends!

This troper has yet to come into contact with a person who truly met all the qualities of "libby," but does have something to contribute. Being acquainted/friends with all the drama students, it has come to my attention that each one thinks another one is TheLibby. So far, there are probably three primary candidates, and one is leaving next year. Wish I could see who wins.

This troper has not had to deal with specific Libbies, but there were several proto-libbies in middle school and somewhat in high school. It's surprising how they shut up when you explain exactly how easy it would be to end their pathetic meat-bag existences, including factual details on how frail the human body is. Another point is making friends above my grade and not caring about their petty power struggles. Heck, I even had to backhand one particular girl. The event was justified, but I felt somewhat bad about it for a while after.

I used to think my high school was populated almost entirely with Libbies. This was probably because I was a paranoid bitch who never gave anyone a chance.

Did...did I write this?

No particular individual was TheLibby for me in middle school, but a clique of girls would frequently bully me. This was a small school, so that was a significant portion of my grade right there. To this day, I think this is the reason why I didn't become interested in girls until college, because I was afraid that they would all be like my childhood tormentors.

I've had to deal with two Libbies in my life. The first was in preschool, and a real bitch for a five-years-old girl. She bullied me around everyday. Then, I started in school, and met a new one. Her name was Nicole, and she was manipulative, evil and completely brainless. She called me "the eczema-girl", "booknerd" and "lonely loser". When we was 9, she convinced my best friend to leave me - but we became best friends again. Unfortunately, Nicole didn't change, even though Ashley did. And now, Ashley is turning into ''even more'' of a Libby than Nicole. Great. Just great.

This troper was... not smart enough to realize that I might have been picked on in elementary school. By and large, they kept their distance, and I did the same. I ''did'' deal with some unpleasant people in middle school, but they were essentially normal people with friends, not super-popular. Also, a good portion of their unpleasantness was a response to my "A.D.D." combined with trich. I can hardly blame them for thinking I was odd. In high school, there was one girl with very blonde hair, very active and popular... one of the nicest people I've ever met.

When I was about nine, my former best friend found new friends -- who were a whole group of Libbies, and would do anything within their power to make my life hell. It really didn't help that the toilets in my primary school were outside and the doors didn't lock. ;_;

I have to disagree with the part in the main article where it implies that those who were homeschooled did not know a Libby. There was one HECK of a Libby in this Troper's theater group. Both the Libby and this Troper were being homeschooled at the time.

This tropette has a... "friend" who both subverts and plays this trope straight. 'Subverted' because she really isn't that pretty and she doesn't really have a 'girl posse'. Played straight because everybody hates her. No exaggeration. Even I do. Even her so-called closest friends hate her. But she manages to rule us all with an iron fist because we're all afraid of making her suicidal or something by telling her how we really feel. She's an annoying, attention-seeking bitch who blows things out of proportion and acts like she has the worst life in the world, when she really doesn't. For example, once in the middle of a heated argument with her, she randomly blurted out "YEAH, WELL MY DAD BEATS ME" and pointed to a tiny bruise on her arm. Another one of her 'friends' confirmed that he doesn't and she just said that in a failed attempt to make me feel guilty. She loves to manipulate people, too. Say for example my other, actual best friends are gone somewhere else in the school or are home sick. This girl, ''a person who claims that I am one of her best friends'', will go out of her way to blatantly ignore me and revel the fact that I'm apparently alone and 'without friends' for that time being. Myself and other people have long tried to talk to sense into her but you really can't try to help someone who doesn't want to listen. ...Also, holy ramble, Batman.

This troper had a really unusual Libby in her life in high school. Yes, she was blonde and big-boobed, but that's where the Libby stereotype ended. She was lesbian (and later claimed to be trans) just for the attention, wore Beetlejuice suits every day to school, and drew photo-realistic, super-gory, dark pictures. But damn, if that girl didn't act like a Libby through and through (like turning the entire Portfolio art class into her posse, telling the whole school that you're a lesbian and claiming she slept with you, etc.) So, y'know. The Libby can come in many forms.

This troper has had a few bad experiences with Libbies- however, she's quite good at hiding any signs of anger (I've been told I'm passive-agressive, but I don't think I am... I'm a bit too bubbly/bouncy/happy-go-lucky, I think...) and ''will'' snap if annoyed enough. During her three years of high school so far, she was pushed around by quite a few Libbies- we have whole cliques of them- and eventually snapped in the middle of class, more insults and curse words flying out of her mouth in one three-minute rant delivered with a bright smile and a child-like voice (my version of anger) than I've ever said before in my entire life. I basically ranted about how all of them were morons, bitches, backstabbers, and "What are you ever going to come to in life, you ''sick, pathetic, moronic and cruel excuses of human beings?''" I was absolutely mortified afterwards. I blushed bright red, clapped my hands over my mouth, and started apologizing profusely. I haven't had any problems since, though- apparently I was intimidating and appeared mentally unbalanced. Pretty much everyone hates those three groups of girls and their spear counterparts.

This Troper usually gets the best of libby's by saying that they have herpes right to there face, now libby's usually don't bully him.

At high school, this troper was one of the main student librarians and a general goody-goody, so she and her group of friends were bullied near constantly for 5 years. The bullying only stopped after one particular group decided they'd be able to get away with trying to physically intimidate us; we fought back rather unexpectedly (slamming a door shut as someone tries to body-slam it open is rather effective and nothing shocks a Libby more than when you retaliate with claws). The best thing was that when they tried to get us in trouble with the teachers, they ruled in our favour.

The odd thing is, every girl I ever knew like this was actually hated, either behind their back or to their face, and were never close to being beloved or important. I've never understood the "Popular but Evil Girl" aspect of this trope. Most of the actual popular girls were rather nice, if as flighty as everyone else -- it's the nasty ones who are viewed as "cunts" and disliked.

This troper new a freshman girl in his math class who had elements of this; she liked to dress up in slutty clothing, had a snobby, immature and unfriendly attitude, and tried to act all bitchy and "ghetto" to intimidate people. There's also a really NiceGirl in our class who happens to be a lesbian, and this bitchy girl would sometimes give her nasty looks. Subverted, however, since our school is a Charter high school, where kids like that tend to be greatly looked down upon. So instead of being Little Miss Popular, not really anyone in our class liked her. A few weeks after the beginning of the school year, she went to another school. I'm not sure whether she left on her own or if she was kicked out, but either way, she's not all that missed.

This troper knew a girl in 4th/5th grade who wasn't a full-on Libby, but had implements of one - she tried to separate me and my best friend (thankfully she was too stupid to actually make it work), she was pretty, and she was really {{Book Dumb}} (she did a report on William Penn when we were supposed to be doing our reports on ''Pennsylvania,'' she got into the spelling bee and messed up on a word that was like 5-6 letters long, etc.) Another girl in kindergarten was a similar case - she was basically my only consistent friend (the rest of my kindergarten classmates were a group of immature boys, the resident {{Cloud Cuckoo Lander}}, and a really bossy third-grade girl), until the day she turned around and got two of the aforementioned immature boys to make cruel fun of me while we were eating lunch. That dark, dark day...

Weird variation of this: My school doesn't really have any hierarchy; people enroll and withdraw too frequently to form any solid cliques, so students generally get along pretty well (though when they don't... they don't). Where this comes into play is in the district itself. We're affectionately known as "The Ghetto School". "TheLibby school" is just across town, and they fit the trope to a (no pun intended) T. They're better off financially, ''very'' picky (apparently ''their'' sister school isn't good enough for them) and, generally, considered 'the best' of the lot. In addition to "Ghetto" and "Libby" we also have "The Redneck School" and one that can only be described as "Friendly, but competitive". What gets annoying is when the ''students'' mock their peers for not going to their school.

Partially subverted with this troper's personal "Libby" (note quotation marks): I used to regard her as this as she was a Smug Snake and Manipulative Bitch to me, yet she was still ''very'' popular and always surrounded by a ton of people in high school. The subversion part? I later on found out that she was never as popular as she appeared: While she had a few friends, most girls actually viewed her as clingy and overly-jealous (one time, one of the girls in her "posse" said hi to me; said girl was then ''thrown up against a locker by said Libby'' and her reaction was basically "What the hell?!?"). And at our high school graduation ceremony, she'd mutter mean things about the kids called up for their diplomas under her breath, never anything nice to say. That alone tells me she was actually less popular and more insecure than she let on.

There are ''two'' Libbies in This Troper's school. One is the CloudCuckooLander who is actually ObfuscatingStupidity to get attention. She has her own posse of friends, who all bug the "nerdy" group while we are trying to work (though her girls act totally different when Libby is not around). The other one is the class VP who is just plain ditzy, avoids the "nerdy" group as much as possible, and does not have a posse, although some girls feel sorry for her and hang out with her. Hilariously, they HATE each other, viewing themselves as spunky, cheerful, and cute, while thinking the other is annoying and bitchy. Their conversation topics are limited to shopping, boys, shoes, Justin Bieber, and facebook. They even have the same initials. Coincidince? I think not.

Aaaand now they're best friends. What the hell?

As irritating as those two sound, they also sound kind of endearing...

One of two reasons this troper is glad he went to an all-male Grammar School.

Interestingly enough, while there were Libbys at my high school (they were cheerleaders, unsurprisingly), they were never bitches toward me, most likely because I'm generally a nice guy who tries to be friendly (or at least cordial) to everybody. However, they were bitches to some friends of mine, namely the school's resident PerkyGoth girl. During elementary school, however, in an odd inversion, I became the anti-Libby. No, I didn't go around knocking TheLibby down a peg or two, however awesome that would be. Instead of being the popular guy who rules the school, I was that smelly weird kid in the corner, reading a book. My best friend turned on me during 5th grade, and the had the nerve to try and suck up to me during 6th grade, as if to try to make up for last year!

This troper had to deal with two Libbies. In elementary school. His parents move him to a private school to get him away from such people in middle school? There are two more there, and no longer going after anyone but him. Fortunately, life's easing up with high school, where the closest person to a Libby is a very friendly overachiever.

This troper had one back in High School. Unfortunately for her, I was learning jiu-jitsu at the time (and still am). So, when she tried to pick on me by calling me an ugly dyke because I didn't wear thongs and wasn't all about getting laid with the hottest looking guy in school and all that super interesting stuff, I gave her a piece of mind. With a full-force punch to her pretty face that was no longer pretty afterwards. Cost me detention but she never tried to pick on me again afterwards.

A girl in This Tropette's middle school class embodied this trope. She seemed to have a girl posse, but almost every other female classmate secretly loathed her. Tropette, being an unfashionable, opinionated bookworm, took quite a bit of abuse from her, but mostly tried to ignore it- until the day Miss Libby made the class Woobie cry at lunch. Walking back to class, Tropette snapped and whacked her with a hard-back book; several teachers saw this and, after realizing that Libby was not injured, let Tropette off with a warning.

This troper was maliciously talked about for his entire high school career by the Queen Bee, Gossipy Hen uber-Libby of the school. I didn't know for the first three years, but after I found out, I went out of my way to ruin her undeserved ego, especially because I thought she was my friend (nice to my face, a bitch behind my back... you all know the types). Back then, I was a fat, awkward anime nerd. Now, four years later, I've lost the weight and become a TroubledButCute cynical pretty boy, which is her type of guy. My talent is saying the one thing that will ''destroy'' the person's ego as quickly as possible, so when I saw her recently at the local mall (and having heard from mutual friends that she still hadn't changed even after being in college for years)... #QUOTE#'''Kelli:''' Wow, Chris, you got kinda cute. #QUOTE#'''Chris:''' Thanks. Nice moustache.

Her face turned beet red, and I walked away. Makes me a jerkass, but hey, after years of passive-aggressive abuse, she had it completely coming.

No, no, it does NOT make you a {{Jerkass}}. You SHOULD be rude to rude people.

Ha, there's a lot of angry kids on this page.

Yeah, well, real-life {{Karma Houdini}}s have a way of making people feel angry.

This troper has had to deal with several Libbys in his life.

There was one girl in his graduating class who while incredibly talented, slowly grew a massive ego as a result of the many accolades she received. This kept building up during our sophomore year and continued into our junior year. Around the end of junior year, she epically lost Student Council elections (she was our class president all three years of high school at that point) and starting just after, she changed for the better. She, while still popular, toned down her ego and had a more positive attitude about things. We were never particularly good friends, but did know each other fairly well, so I'm happy she had such a reformation at the end of our years of public education.

On the other hand, the clique of "popular" girls in the senior class before us was a whole gang of Libbys. One in particular got my blood boiling. My junior year, I started a club at school and when I went around promoting it, she and one of her friends seemed interested in joining the club. When I started a Facebook group to keep in touch with our members, I told people to spread the word and invite their friends. This girl invites her whole social circle from various grades (including her girl posse) to join the group, which they do and they all act "excited" about the club. When I scheduled a meeting after midterm week, none of them showed up. It turned out none of them were interested in joining the club. Since there were only four of us, after a few meetings I had to pull the plug on the club out of embarrassment. I cut all ties with the jerks involved and simply ignored this Libby till she graduated. In an interesting twist, when that whole group of seniors graduated, my high school became a much better place to be. People started changing for the better.

One more: my mom's work friend's daughter. She was a freshman when I was a senior and she was in my architecture class. At the beginning of the year, she was the semi-sweet, humble and open-minded freshman who just wanted to please but didn't try too hard. Sometime after Christmas, she really began to become more judgmental toward people who are "different" from her, grew a bit more of a temper toward said people, began to try to shoehorn herself into the "popular" crowds in the various grades, grew out her own posse and made it very clear who she didn't like and was completely in that mode by the end of the school year. No idea what she's up to now as a sophomore, though if checking her Facebook is a sign of anything she's still up to her usual tricks but myself and my friend's younger sister (who also knew this girl) both seem to agree that she verges on SpoiledBrat territory.

This tropette has a libby at her school whose name literally is Libby.

This Troper Tale might be the best one yet.

I had a group of Libbyish rich girls in my elementary school. No matter what I tried, me and my nerdy friends would never be accepted by the "Popular girls." There was a lot of drama when one of my friends became "popular" and the rest of us didn't. Now, in high school I could care less about being one of the "popular girls." But I expressed my anger at those in every single story I wrote. Practically every story from 3rd to 6th grade involved an extreme exaggeration of the Libby (E.g. Eww, like, why is that loser looking at us! We should, like, paint our nails at the mall!) tormenting some sort of a MarySue self-insert. Of course, MarySue would always discover that she's the Chosen One or a Princess or something.

I was part of a Libby's GirlPosse in eighth grade. The Libby involved didn't fit the trope in some ways - rather than rich and gorgeous, she was working-class and plain, but she made up for this through vivacity, sheer charisma, and the allure of being a Bad Girl who smoked, drank, had sex (or at least so she claimed), and stole. I was a sheltered and very gullible girl who'd never met someone like her before, and was very flattered that she'd invite goody-two-shoes me to join her posse. We engaged in traditional Libby-posse activities (hanging out at the mall or skating rink, looking at magazines full of beefcake photos and rating their hotness, standing around making fun of the nerds/hippies/whatever), and she spent a long time telling me mostly-fabricated stories of her wild life, which I swallowed whole. This came back to bite me when I believed her lie that she was dating a boy in our science class; I mentioned it to him, and he was NOT pleased. In revenge for this, and in reaction to my dating a major social reject, the Libby started spreading false rumors about my sex life. Pretty soon I, who'd never been past first base, was known as the school slut. All but one of my old friends from outside the Girl Posse stopped speaking to me or even acknowledging my existence. I realized what an unpleasant person the Libby really was, confronted her, and the two of us nearly got in a fistfight. In the end, I ended up changing schools to get away from the Libby and the scorn of my other classmates. Years later, I went to my younger brother's high school graduation - and found that the Libby, who was dumb as a brick and had been failing half her classes when I knew her, was graduating with my brother's class after being held back two grades. It was a moment of perfect schadenfreude.

This Troper knew someone who thought she was a Libby in high school. She tried to get into every part of my life, and came into my house once. And my bed. (Not in a sexual way though.) Even when I outright told her I hate her to her face, she still managed to try to convince me she's a perfect popular pwetty pwincess. (Which she's not.) In our third year of high school, she and I were partnered up in Maths (somehow) and she did no work at all, looked at and tried to show me pictures on her phone, and passed around chewing gum like it was crack, and asked to get a green mark in her diary (which meant we got a prize at the end of the week). When my teacher asked if she deserved a green mark, I said no, and she looked really shocked that I didn't obey her every whim. During break, she tried to convince one of my friends that I had somehow done her wrong by telling the truth, and tried to twist the situation to her advantage, and get all of my friends on her side. Now, I'm known as the quiet, calm, well read, if a little short Ill Girl. I shouted, quite loudly, "DON'T CALL ME A LIAR." My friends all applauded at me getting the most noticeably annoyed in my life. She ran off, spouting that she's going to sit with her "real friends." Within the hour, the head of year came to sit me down and have a quiet talk. I told the truth. The Wannabe-Libby barely bothered me for the rest of high school.

Also, I had minor trouble with a real Libby at a different point. I was with the guy I'm totally head-over-heels-for for Science. For some reason, the Libby wanted the polystyrene blocks we were using, first asking me if she could have them (to which I said no), then clawing at the polystyrene blocks with her nails, then when she asked AGAIN, the guy said "Look, you've been a bitch to her our whole high school career. And we're USING those. It's no wonder she doesn't want you to have them." Needless to say, I was a very happy girl, and she didn't bother me again.

This troper had a classmate much like this in Middle School. Sure, at first glance, she seemed like a nice girl, until I talked to her and she bitched about me - blatantly- in front of my '''''face'''''. Never befriend, nor trust the popular girls. ''Never''. At least not at my middle school.

I had to deal with a Libby ever since fifth grade. Mostly, she was sneering at worst in-class, but a few events particularly stand out. Once, when my brothers and I were at the park, she was there with two boys- her nephews, I think. One was in crutches, but he wasn't really injured. They complained at us for hogging the swings, even though we'd only been on for about 7 minutes, which wasn't much for most people of this age. After some arguments, the boys started cussing us out with the most disgusting insults you could hear from an eight-year-old and they even attacked us, and we ran home. But my brothers were pissed and wouldn't give up the park we had the right to be at. So we went back, and... you can guess how that ended. Sufficed to say, the boys yelled at us for coming back, and guess what? TheLibby threatened to tell our parents, and believe it or not, they found our house. We managed to explain what really happened when they were gone, though, and my parents didn't get too mad. She also claimed on the second trip that she was really her own twin, who somehow wore the same clothes and acted the same. The next day, at school, I said that I would report her. She responded by threatening to make my best friend (A social butterfly who's also friends with said Libby) hate me. Thank God it didn't work, because I was always awful at being social and had few other friends. I'll still never forgive the dirty bitch for even trying. Anyway... In seventh grade, I was constantly harassed by people who exploited the things that annoyed me most. I hated certain noises, which I won't name, and people used that to treat me like shit. And one day, I was innocently walking home, and the twat went up to me and did what burned my ears the most. I probably cried on the spot for ten minutes- the bitch had harassed me outside of school in cold blood. And then the next year... I was also being harassed with noises (And I did get over it) during Phys Ed, and I went to cry in the Storage room. She went in there with her cohorts-I mean, friends- and told me to grow up and that I have no right to be upset with being bullied. She also had her "friends" call me hypocritical insults after I complained about them, and then she called me immature for being impulsive and bad at social cues, even though I would help it if I could. She also said that my already-mentioned best friend isn't my friend, even if we've known each other since kindergarten and stuck together, even at different schools, and left me with my pride crushed. She's at my high school, but I was lucky enough to stay away. Tl;dr:She's a complete bitch.

This Troper ''never'' thought she had to deal with one...until Melanie came along. Rules the school with an iron fist with a punk manicure, and teases other students, especially NiceGuy Matt (No, not ''that'' Matt and this troper, of course, ''especially'' for her love of TheBeatles and JohnLennon. She also qualifies for TheNapoleon-she's This Troper's height but then again, she's a HugeSchoolgirl, and Mel's ''years'' older.) She's an interesting case-whilst most libbies resemble "pop chicks", there aren't many who look like Taylor Momsen. (Though if there's two things guys like, it's PunkRock and hot girls-if she weren't so mean she would have guys lining up to kiss her hand, I bet.) ''However,'' she is ''somewhat'' feminine- she wears eye makeup and sports a HimeCut.

There's always at least three of them in every grade. As much as I hate to admit it, I used to have some very Libby-ish qualities (greedy, AttentionWhore, InsufferableGenius, etc.), though I'm not sure if I was straight-up Libby, but after meeting a girl who was ''all'' of those, plus MakeWayForThePrincess, a complete {{Jerkass}} to '''everybody''', was an Ungrateful Bitch (Who bailed her out of trouble in fifth grade? Oh yeah-- ME.) and had a GirlPosse, I kind of woke up and realized how bad I was. IGotBetter.

Going to an all-girls school for eleven years basically would give one many examples of this trope. This troper had to deal on and off with one particular Libby and her girl posse who basically thought there was something off about girls who weren't like 'them'. Libby was tall, athletic, a good dancer, and quite affluent---the sheer opposite of this troper. Ironically this troper ended up going to the same university with the Libby, but was successful with ignoring her till graduation. The Libby also happened to have a younger sister...who yes, was also the Libby in her own class. Till this very day, the mention of their surname causes eye-rolling in some former schoolmates.

This troper had to deal with a rare male Libby for YEARS and nearly bounced off the walls with joy when I finally moved! He had all the qualities of the typical Libby even though he was a guy. Whenever we'd talk, he'd always try and twist my words around and make me seem like some kind of idiot brat. One time when we sat next to each other (this was in ELEMENTARY school, mind you) he started to scoot into me and genuinely hurt me! When he walked behind me on our way to the computer lab, he stomped on my ankles so badly that I had to go to the nurse's office. Whenever I'd finally get him in trouble and we'd go to the guidance office, he passed off this stupid story that he was really just jealous of me and that he wanted to be friends. Initially, I fell for it since he stopped for a while, but when he started again, I knew that he was some kind of bratty mastermind. He tried to tell everyone that I wanted to fight one of the toughest girls in school when we were in the sixth grade. Eventually, the guidance got him and had him sign something called a "harassment contract" so if he did even the SLIGHTEST thing again, it would be automatic suspension. Whenever he was being watched by the teachers, he tried to act nice. He left me alone for a few years and I thought that he'd finally given up, on the last day of school, he threw his gyp shorts at my head. TWICE! AND THE TEACHER DID NOTHING! When we got to the eight grade, he walked around with a purse in hand and a {{Girl Posse}} around him. I've moved and I haven't spoken to him since.

At my school most "popular" kids at school are the ones with the best grades,loved by all the teachers, and are easy to talk to and genuinely friendly. However there are individuals that are "popular" and fit into the TheLibby category but based on their grades, attitudes, and generally likability among those who aren't "popular" it's clear were their futures are headed. Go to TheLibby page now or I'll tell everyone about how you wet the bed.