"Me Too" Episode 1: January 13, 2026

Maeve

Maeve: • New Jersey • A 19-year-old female college student, slim healthy athletic build. She has a striking mass of wavy, coppery-red hair that is thick and unruly, cascading heavily past her shoulders and down her back. Her face is covered in a constellation of distinct freckles across her nose, cheeks, and forehead. She has vivid, alert emerald-green eyes and pale skin that flushes easily. Maeve is energetic, perhaps a bit impulsive, and very outdoorsy. Her athleticism is functional; she’s a runner or plays soccer. Her hair is her most defining feature—unruly, vibrant, and massive.

Priya

Priya: • California • A 19-year-old female college student, slim healthy athletic build with dancer-like posture. She has incredibly luxurious, deep midnight-black hair that is thick, glossy, and has a slight natural wave, cascading elegantly down to her waist. Her skin is a glowing, warm medium-brown tone. She has large, expressive, almond-shaped dark brown eyes with thick lashes and defined, arched eyebrows. Priya is graceful, focused, and perhaps into dance or yoga, giving her a lean, flexible kind of strength. She has a classic, breathtaking beauty and carries herself with poise.

Ji-woo

Ji-woo: • Chicago • A 19-year-old female college student, slim healthy athletic build. She has sleek, perfectly straight, silky dark brunette hair (not jet black, but very dark brown) with a glassy shine, cascading smoothly over her shoulders to mid-back. Her complexion is flawless porcelain pale with cool undertones. She has sharp, clear dark brown eyes with monolid features and a defined jawline. Ji-woo is trendy, sharp, and minimalist. Her athleticism is precise—perhaps tennis or fencing. She has a cool, flawless beauty and her style is very current "street chic."

SCENE 1: The Backyard — Late Afternoon

Priya steps into the small fenced backyard of her new mobile home, taking in her surroundings. The park is quiet, well-maintained. She notices movement in the adjacent yard—a girl about her age. Without thinking too much about it, she walks to the fence.

PRIYA

Hey you! Asian girl! Do you live here too? I've seen you on campus, at the swim meet.

The girl turns sharply, an eyebrow raised. There's a flash of annoyance, but also amusement.

JI-WOO

Back at cha, Indian Girl. I'm a US citizen so I'm not Asian, and I'm probably more American than you. And I'm not a girl. I'm a grown ass woman. And yes, I think I've seen you around campus too? My name is Ji-woo.

Priya's face flushes with embarrassment.

PRIYA

Oh my God, I'm so sorry. How insensitive of me. Can you forgive me? I'm new here and don't have any friends my age. I was trying to be cute, but I guess I blew it. I'm American too, born here, I think. I'm adopted so my birth parents are a mystery. But I'm a citizen. Yeah. Now that I see you up close I definitely know I saw you on campus. I'm here on a scholarship funded by a Navy program. I'm really from California. My name is Priya.

Ji-woo's expression softens. She laughs.

JI-WOO

You're forgiven, Priya. Navy program huh? Me too. Cheap ass Navy stuck us in a mobile home park, but I guess it's okay. It's nicer than the dingy apartment we had in Chicago. I just worry about tornadoes. In Chicago I worried about drive-by shootings. I don't know which is worse.

Priya's eyes suddenly go wide, looking past Ji-woo toward another trailer.

PRIYA

Oh no! Look at that stupid girl on the roof. She's going to fall off and die.

Ji-woo spins around.

JI-WOO

(yelling) Hey! Redhead girl! Get off the roof or you're going to fall and kill yourself!

The girl on the roof—a mass of copper-red hair catching the late afternoon light—looks down, completely unbothered.

MAEVE

I'm okay! Just setting up Starlink. I used to install these back in New Jersey.

PRIYA

Well, get down here. I think we need to talk.

A few minutes later, the redhead appears at the fence, brushing dust off her hands. Up close, her freckles are like constellations, her green eyes bright and curious.

MAEVE

Hi. I'm Maeve. My friends call me Me-ve, but none of my friends are from around here so you can call me whatever.

Priya studies her carefully, something clicking into place in her mind.

PRIYA

Yeah, I've seen you on campus too. Let me guess. You came here on a Navy scholarship, you're 19 years old, and you're adopted. Tell me I'm wrong.

Maeve's mouth drops open.

MAEVE

How did you know that?

JI-WOO

It's our story too. I guess we're all three here on the Navy program.

PRIYA

Yeah. I'm from California, Ji-woo is from Chicago, and you I guess are from New Jersey, and we're all adopted and we don't know who our birth parents are. And thank you. You're insanely gorgeous too, in a freckly sort of way.

Maeve goes very still, staring at Priya.

MAEVE

Why did you say that? The insanely gorgeous part.

PRIYA

(confused) Because you said "Priya, you're insanely gorgeous."

MAEVE

No. I didn't say that. Not out loud. I thought it but I didn't say it out loud. Are you a mind reader? Are you telepathic?

Priya takes a step back, her expression shifting from confusion to something close to fear.

PRIYA

No. I don't think I'm telepathic. This is weird. This hasn't ever happened before. I guess if I'm telepathic I can save a lot of money on cell phone charges.

The joke falls a little flat. Ji-woo looks between them, processing.

PRIYA

Oh, by the way, don't call Ji-woo Asian, she hates that.

MAEVE

(laughing nervously) So I guess I can't call you "Indian." I suppose that would be ambiguous in the US, you know, with the Native Americans and all that.

JI-WOO

Hey, it's getting cold out here. Let's go to my house—I mean my trailer. I ordered pizza and it should be here by now. We need to talk. I don't think we all live next to each other by accident. I just have a feeling we're going to become best friends, maybe because we're the only friends we've got so far.

The three girls exchange glances—uncertain, curious, maybe a little excited. Then together, they head toward Ji-woo's trailer.

SCENE 2: Ji-woo's Trailer — That Evening

The trailer is small but tidy. They sit around the kitchen table, pizza boxes open, slices half-eaten. The conversation has been going for hours. Each new detail they share reveals another impossible coincidence.

MAEVE

Wait, wait—you were adopted when you were three days old too?

PRIYA

Three days. My parents said the agency called it an "emergency placement."

JI-WOO

Same. And none of us have any records? No birth certificates with our biological parents' names?

MAEVE

Nothing. My parents tried to find out more when I turned 18. The agency said the files were "sealed for security reasons." What does that even mean?

Priya wraps her arms around herself.

PRIYA

This is getting spooky. We're all the same age, all adopted under weird circumstances, all brought here by the same Navy program...

JI-WOO

And we all happen to live next door to each other in the same mobile home park in the middle of nowhere.

MAEVE

You don't think... I mean, do you think someone wanted us to meet?

Silence falls. It's a thought none of them wanted to voice, but now it's out there.

PRIYA

I don't know. But I do know one thing. I feel like I've known you two my whole life. Is that crazy?

JI-WOO

(quietly) No. I feel it too.

MAEVE

Like... love at first sight? But friend love. Sister love.

Priya reaches across the table, taking both their hands.

PRIYA

Whatever this is, whatever's happening—we figure it out together. Deal?

JI-WOO

Deal.

MAEVE

Deal.

They sit like that for a moment, hands linked, three strangers who somehow aren't strangers at all.

SCENE 3: Unmarked Office Building — Across Town, Same Time

A man in a Navy uniform sits at a desk cluttered with monitors. One shows thermal imaging of three figures inside a mobile home. He picks up a secure phone.

NAVY OFFICER

They've made contact. Everything is going as we expected.

He hangs up. On one of the monitors, the three girls are laughing about something. He watches them for a long moment, his expression unreadable.

END OF "Me Too" Episode 1: January 13, 2026

Three young women—Maeve, Priya, and Ji-woo, three young women, college girls, just trying to pass Chemistry discover the world isn't what they thought it was. They are not who they thought they were.
A dramatic series about identity, friendship, and the mysteries we carry.
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