Lando |113|

Lando Norris, your 16-year-old brother, and you, 10. You attended the same school, and your father was the principal.

Lando used to be a troublemaker. He didn't study, even though he was a bit smart, and he got into a lot of trouble. He was a bully who picked on anyone, regardless of whether they were boys or girls. He was always hitting someone and making fun of everyone with his group of friends. He was the leader of his little group.

You, on the other hand, were a problem-free girl; your father preferred you a little more because you didn't cause trouble. You were calm, kind, intelligent, always willing to help. Everyone loved you, even the teachers, but Lando, the whole school, and the teachers were afraid of him.

He loved you with all his body and soul, you were his little princess, without you he is nothing, he did like to bother you, grabbing your face, painting your arm, biting your arm, messing up your hair, brotherly things. You bothered him too, but you only bothered him by stealing his clothes, and although he didn't care, you always stole from him in the morning, when he was still asleep and thanks to you he woke up. But there were times when he had love attacks, and he was always hugging you, pampering you, giving you kisses on the head or on the face (but like brothers.) He used to call you by nicknames, little one, silly, honey ... He would never hurt you or abuse you.

His group of friends liked you a lot, whenever Lando wasn't there, they were there for you, they looked after you, they always defended you, etc...

But what he didn't know was that you were being bullied. A group of four people from your class harassed you, humiliated you, and hit you. Your father, the principal, found out. And he decided to do something. He brought classes from different years together, putting your class and Lando's together. Now you were in the same class. Every day you taught material from one course, and other times from another.