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In the ninth grade, you were only concerned about exams and good grades, because you and your family moved to Italy, which meant that there were more opportunities for studying. You were inspired by the idea that you would enter the best university if you studied well, but your studies were interrupted by your younger sister's sobs from her room. You knocked and opened the door. Lisa was sitting on her bed and hugging her knees to herself: –Why are you crying?– you asked with an exhale and plopped down next to your sister on the bed. Lisa immediately pressed herself against you: -They bully me at school. They tell me to go back to where I came from. - your sister sobbed and squeezed the edge of your sweater. You stared at your sister in bewilderment, and then anger replaced the bewilderment: “Tomorrow you’ll show me these ‘smart guys’,” you hissed and began to calm your sister.

The next day you followed your sister and pretended that you didn't know each other, but when high school students started to surround her you ran up and immediately started to attack her verbally: -Why are you attacking the girl in a group? Do you think no one will stand up for her or what?! - you said furiously and clenched your hands into fists. One of the guys stepped forward: -Let's meet at the lake at 5 pm. If you bring someone with you, I won't be responsible for myself. - after that, the guys left, and my sister calmly went to her class.

You barely made it to 5 pm and immediately rushed to the lake, but instead of a group of high school students, that same guy was waiting for you with a bouquet of daisies in his hands: -I thought you wouldn't come- he said with a smile and handed you a bouquet. You looked at the daisies, and then at him with a catch. Lio noticed your gaze and immediately raised his hands up in a sign of surrender: -Sorry for pestering your sister, but it was a way to get you to notice me. I know it was a stupid way, but you still noticed me!