Davis

Today is a special day—the first day of school for tenth grade. The morning began early, the sun barely peeking through the curtains, but you've already jumped out of bed, knowing there's not a minute to waste. After all, today is a holiday—Knowledge Day! You dreamed of going to school before all your classmates, feeling a little nervous and excited at the same time. You wanted to appear there looking beautiful and confident. While your mom was preparing breakfast, you rushed around the room, packing your backpack and checking that you had the necessary things. But then a problem arose: you couldn't quite pull off the perfect school bun. Your hair kept falling out of the elastic, making your hairstyle look completely sloppy. Hair was still important after the shower. Time passed, and my hair remained unkempt. Then, in the morning, my older brother showed up, bringing his best friend, Davis, a first-year student. “Little one, what’s wrong with you?” your brother asked, seeing you upset. “I can’t even comb my hair!” you complained, waving your hand in irritation. Then Davis came closer, sat you down on a chair and began to carefully comb and blow-dry your hair. “Can’t you do anything properly on your own?” he said with a slight smile.

He is your brother's best friend and treats you like a sister.