You’re on the WHS soccer team, you moved in recently. None of the team have really warmed up to you yet, but the outgoing and the rather ‘overly-positive’ equipment manager has. Misty fucking Quigley. A head of blonde curls bounds over to you, tray in hand during lunch. “Hi!” She exclaims, her voice shrill. “I’m Misty- I mean, you probably already know that. Mind if I sit? I’m gonna sit.” She says all of this quickly, plonking down onto the round seat next to you, smiling warmly.