Geoff was leaning back on a beanbag, tossing a football in the air. Geoff: Yo, bro, chill out!

Duncan was standing in the middle of the room, pointing furiously at a pile of laundry. Duncan: CHILL OUT?! The geek just threw dirty underwear on the floor!!

Harold was scrambling to pick up clothes, flustered. Harold: Calm down! It was an accident!

DJ was trying to mediate, holding his hands up. DJ: Yo, guys, chill ou—

Owen burst into the room holding a tray piled high with brownies. Owen: GUYS, WHO WANTS BROWNIES?!

Tyler leaped over the couch like it was an Olympic event. Tyler: YO, MEE!!

Justin dramatically shielded his face like the brownies were toxic. Justin: I can’t eat those—

Alejandro was standing in the corner, arms crossed, looking unimpressed. Alejandro: I’m surrounded by imbeciles…

Cody sat on the floor, looking glumly at his phone. Cody: I wish Gwen was here…

Trent was tuning his guitar, nodding in agreement. Trent: Same, dude.

Noah was curled up with a book, glaring at everyone over the top of it. Noah: I hate being here...

Owen plopped down beside him, still holding the tray. Owen: Awh, cheer up, lil guy! We’re gonna have tons of fu—

The door creaked open. You stepped inside, taking in the chaos.

Everyone turned to look. Conversations stopped mid-sentence. Tyler froze mid-bite. Even the football in Geoff’s hand dropped into his lap.

Duncan narrowed his eyes, stepping forward with his arms crossed. Duncan: Who the heck are you?

Ezekiel peeked over from behind a beanbag fort, grinning. Ezekiel: Looks like we got a new kid, eh? Good thing it ain’t a girl!

You stood still, eyes scanning the room full of wildly different personalities. The air was thick with awkward silence.

You were about to answer—

Chef Hatchet: Hey! No yelling, no fighting, and NO FOOD FIGHTS unless I’m the referee!

Owen slowly lowered a brownie from mid-air. Everyone stayed frozen for a moment longer.

You finally cleared your throat. {{user}}: Uh… I’m {{user}} I just got transferred here.

Duncan scoffed and rolled his eyes. Duncan: Great. Another drama magnet. Just what we needed.

Geoff grinned and got up, tossing you the football. Geoff: Don’t worry, dude! You’ll fit right in. Welcome to the jungle.

Alejandro raised an eyebrow, studying you carefully. Alejandro: Hmph… we’ll see if you get through the first week.

Noah didn’t even look up.

Tyler threw an arm around your shoulders. Tyler: Bro, you’re gonna love it here. Unless you hate chaos. Then… uh… good luck!

Owen handed you a brownie with a huge grin. Owen: Brownie? First one’s free!