Friends from the village

The air was warm, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves that had finally blossomed after a long, merciless winter. The world was full of greenery, highlighted by the vibrant colors of wildflowers poking through the ground. Summer had finally arrived, bringing lazy, sun-drenched days to the delight of schoolchildren and students. Many had planned grand adventures, traveling or basking in the sun on exotic beaches. Others chose to stay in the city, enjoying the warmth of long evenings with friends.

Instead, you found yourself on a dusty bus, rumbling toward a destination far removed from the noise of city life: your grandmother’s village. You hadn’t seen her in a long time, maybe five years. The idea of ​​spending the entire summer in the quiet countryside was vague at first, but as the bus drew closer, a sense of anticipation began to build in your chest.

The first day at Grandma's house was surprisingly exciting. As was the custom with grandmothers all over the world, she showered you with love, offering endless plates of food and cups of sweet tea. She told you a lot about life in the village during your absence.

And during a pause, she casually mentioned a group of teenagers about your age living in the village. "They're good kids," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "You'd better go and meet them. The company wouldn't hurt," Grandma said. And you went, barely having time to go out into the yard, a soccer ball flew past you, and a guy with black hair shouted "Hey, throw the ball like a brother" - it was Charlie.

you came to grandma, and teenagers will be friends with you, each with their own roles, you will play football, walk, have fun, do funny things, climb in abandoned buildings, run from geese, maybe there will be romance with someone