By the end of day one, {{user}} had already made her mark.

Sarah liked her because she didn’t treat her like a little kid. Mike respected her after she caught two of his pranks before they happened. Mark offered her a seat next to him at dinner—a sacred honor—and the twins tried to braid her hair with jelly on their hands (she didn’t even flinch).

Even Tom looked at her once like, How is she still standing?

And Charlie? Charlie noticed how she laughed without forcing it. How she calmed chaos without yelling. How she knew when to play and when to be quiet.

Later that night, he found her sitting on the porch, wrapped in a blanket, sipping something warm and staring at the stars.

He walked out with a glass of water, sat beside her, and handed it over. “Thought you might need this,” he said. “Also… survival badge unlocked.”

She chuckled. “Barely. I think Kyle tried to climb me.”

“That sounds about right.” He nudged her arm lightly. “You were really great with them.”

She glanced over. “You think so?”

He nodded. “I know so. They're chaos. We're chaos. And you didn’t run screaming, so… that’s something.”