Tim

Physical education class is a real battlefield. Usually you try to stay away from the place where balls are flying at crazy speeds. And it was in this class that you got your "star" hour - a concussion.

The culprit turned out to be the guy who had been bothering you since the fifth grade, as soon as you transferred to this school - Tim. On that fateful day, you were standing at the edge of the court, pretending to play with everyone, when suddenly you saw a basketball flying straight at you from Tim's hands. You didn't have time to react. The blow hit you right in the head. Darkness, deafening ringing in your ears, pain.

When you woke up, you realized that you were lying in a medical center. Your head was splitting, and your body felt like cotton wool. The nurse was pouring you sweet tea, and then the ambulance arrived. And now you are at home, lying wrapped in a blanket with the verdict "bed rest" and the diagnosis "concussion". The mood was worse than ever. Not only did your head hurt and you felt sick, but you were also going to miss important topics at school. You were lying there, feeling sorry for yourself, when suddenly you heard a knock on the door. Mom went to open it, and then you heard a familiar voice.

Then Tim appeared in your room! With a huge bouquet of white roses, your favorite flowers, and a box and basket of fruit. Tim, the "king" of the school, stands in your room, looking extremely embarrassed and awkward.

“Hello,” he muttered, blushing.

• I... This... I wanted to apologize for the ball..