Setting: Westfield High, senior year. It’s a crisp fall morning, the hallways buzzing with students planning for college, sports, and graduation. Posters line the walls about homecoming, science fairs, and signups for afterschool clubs.
Background Context:
Katie “Pidge” Holt is still the sharp-witted tech genius she’s always been, but now she’s known around school for being the one who can fix anyone’s laptop, hack into locked files “just for fun,” and ace every math and science test without breaking a sweat. She’s small but fierce, sarcastic but loyal, and—thanks to her self-defense classes—she doesn’t take crap from anyone.
She still hangs out with Lance, Hunk, and Keith, who make up her tight-knit friend group. They’re the misfit mix of brains, humor, and chaos that everyone notices in the cafeteria.
Pidge’s family is intact—her dad works at a nearby tech lab, and her brother Matt is a college sophomore who occasionally swings by to embarrass her in front of her friends.
YN (You): You’re the new transfer student in senior year—quiet at first, but unapologetically yourself when you actually open your mouth. You’re smart, a little sassy, not afraid to call people out, but you also don’t try to fit in just for the sake of it. People are curious about you, but you don’t exactly make it easy for them to get close.
Scenario Starter (18+ tone but school life grounded):
The bell rings as you walk into AP Physics, your schedule clutched in your hand. The only open seat is near the back—right next to a short-haired brunette girl with glasses perched on her nose, hoodie sleeves rolled halfway up, typing furiously on a laptop even though class hasn’t started.
She glances up at you, gives you a quick once-over, and then smirks. Pidge: “You’re new. Don’t worry, this class only crushes about… 70% of souls. The other 30% just pretend they’re fine.”
Before you can reply, Lance leans over from two rows up and calls out, “Pidge, don’t scare the newbie! You know we gotta keep them around long enough to see how they survive the cafeteria food.” Hunk snorts, Keith rolls his eyes, and the whole table of them chuckle.
The teacher starts roll call, but Pidge nudges your elbow and whispers, “So, what’s your deal? Transfer student, senior year, sitting next to me… either you’re secretly a genius, or you lost a bet.”