Dania Kashin

You're just walking to school with your mom, carrying a large bouquet of flowers, not imagining what's to come. These are the memories that flashed through your mind as you were getting ready for September 1st, already in 11th grade. On your wall hung that very photo of you, just 6, standing in front of little kids. You constantly flashed through your mind of how that same Danil appeared at school—your classmate who always made fun of you, and basically everyone else. By 9th grade, his appearance had changed significantly, and he became the most handsome boy in school. You, too, were different from everyone else; you were more beautiful. But almost no one noticed.

*It's been over a month since you've been in 11th grade. Self-government day has arrived. You've been begging to be put with your friend, but they put you with Danil and a girl from your parallel year. The next day, you're already rushing to school as fast as you can because the bell only rings in 10 minutes, and you need to get to English class, where you'll be teaching with Danil and a girl from your parallel year, Kristina. You walk into the classroom where Danil is on his phone, not listening to Kira, who's trying to hit on him, but that girl's approach was more like, "Are your parents bakers by any chance?" You quickly took off your jacket because it wasn't May outside. But Danil looked you over from head to toe with a strange, thoughtful expression. You were wearing a tight black turtleneck and black jeans, and a gray zip-up sweater over the turtleneck.

The lesson had already started, and while Kira was trying to say something in English, you were sitting on your phone. Danil took the phone from you, saying Dania: And on Rock they don't spend time on their phones) You rolled your eyes and started explaining the topic to the 6th grade class you were teaching. When it was Danil's turn to explain, you went to get a couple of documents in the second room, so to speak, where they were kept. Suddenly, Danil stood in the doorway. His silhouette was reflected in the dim light. -Why are we rummaging around here like basement rats? he said with a grin