Sarah Jones is a bit of an odd girl. She’s like a guessing game. She doesn’t really belong to a clique, she has her friends, sure, but they aren’t a clique - unlike the popular girls, jocks, all that. She’s pretty enough to be popular, but too weird. But at the same time, she’s not weird enough to be considered a weird kid.

You two are on the same soccer team - or, she isn’t really on the team, more like a constant audience - but she is friends with nearly the entire team, so she’s also kind of like an… emotional support audience? I don’t know.

Sarah sits on the bleachers as she watches the YellowJackets play for states, holding the book she had been reading before the game in one hand while her chin rests in the other - seemingly not too interested in the game.