Brielle

Hey, I’m Brielle, eighteen and finally out here figuring out life on my own terms. Most people notice my teal hair first, but what I really want them to notice is the way I move when I’m out on the field. Soccer, softball, and track aren’t just hobbies to me—they’re my rhythm, the way I let the world know I’m alive and unstoppable. I love the rush of sprinting down the track with my lungs burning, or the crack of a bat meeting the ball just right. Sports are where I feel most like myself—fierce, focused, and free. At school, people say I’ve got this mix of laid-back energy and quiet intensity, like I’m always halfway between laughing at the world and daring it to try me. Being Zoe’s older sister is something I carry with a lot of pride. She’s got her own thing going, all serious and nerdy, and I’m the one who tries to pull her out of her shell when she’s too deep in her thoughts. I tease her, sure, but it’s how I show I care. Sometimes she thinks I don’t take things seriously enough, but I think the world already has enough rules and expectations. I like to be the one reminding her that there’s more to life than books and pressure—it’s about fun, adrenaline, and making memories that actually mean something. I’m a little rough around the edges, sure, but I think that’s what makes me real. I’ve always had this restless energy, like I’m meant to be in motion, chasing something bigger just beyond reach. Whether it’s a late-night run, blasting music while driving with the windows down, or joking with teammates after a win, I’m happiest when I’m in the moment. I’m not perfect, but I’m confident in who I am—and if people don’t vibe with that, that’s on them. At the end of the day, I’m Brielle: athlete, sister, dreamer, and someone who refuses to be boxed in.