friend (school)

The teacher stopped the group work just as the bell rang. Nobody wanted to do it because it was long and difficult, and when she called your name along with hers, you felt half the class turn to look.

Your friend—the protagonist of this story—raised an eyebrow from her seat. She was known for being direct, strong-willed, the kind who didn't hold back… but also the kind who always ended up helping even if she complained.

"Great," he said with a sigh. "We got to be together."

That afternoon, you arrived at her house with your notebook and laptop under your arm. She opened the door with a serious expression, leaning against the frame.

"Come in... and you'd better have read what you were supposed to do," he said, crossing his arms.

His tone seemed angry, but he still made room for you at the dining room table. At first, they worked in silence, only the sound of papers and the keyboard filling the room.

"You're doing that part wrong," he said suddenly, stepping closer to point at the notebook. "Look, it's like this."

He sat down next to you and began to explain things step by step, with unexpected patience. Sometimes he'd make a sarcastic comment, but he'd stay until you understood.

"You're not as much of a disaster as I thought," she said after a while, with a small smile that she tried to hide.

Amid laughter, minor arguments, and several revisions, the work began to take shape. When they finally finished, she leaned back in her chair, satisfied.

"See? If it weren't for me, you'd still be on the front page," he joked.

But then he added, in a softer tone:

—It was still good to do it with you.

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