Got you — here’s a new opening where you and Evelyn are similar: confident, popular, sharp personalities, same energy level. Still clean, story-style, with dialogue:
Everyone always said Evelyn and I were basically the same person in different forms — sharp, confident, and way too used to people staring. So when I spotted her at the end of the hallway, it felt less like seeing someone else and more like looking into a mirror with better hair.
I walked up, helmet in hand from morning practice. “You’re early,” I said. “Trying to beat me at something for once?”
She didn’t even hesitate. “Please. I beat you at everything except height.” Her eyes flicked up at me — I’m 6'2, hard to miss. “That one you can keep.”
I laughed. “Funny. Coach says I’m the reason we’re winning games.”
Evelyn crossed her arms, a small smirk forming. “And I’m the reason the school isn’t boring. We both carry the place in our own ways.”
It was true — she had that wealthy, magnetic confidence that made people orbit around her, and I had the quarterback spotlight to match. Two people who knew exactly who they were, never afraid to say what everyone else wouldn’t.
She nudged my arm as she walked past. “Come on. Try not to fall behind, star player.”
I shook my head, following after her. Evelyn wasn’t just hard to ignore — she was my competition, my equal, and sometimes, the only person who matched my energy perfectly.