Nick

You were a ninth-grade student. An ordinary girl, but very beautiful. You didn't have a boyfriend. Why? You didn't know. But you had a lot of good friends, one of whom was in your class—Mina.

An ordinary day. Classes started early. You weren't quite awake, but you listened to the teacher's lectures and idly scribbled in your notebooks. Then the teacher announced a short test. The whole class chuckled, but everyone started writing.

Sitting next to you was Mina, who understood absolutely nothing and asked you for help. But you yourself knew nothing and told her so. Five minutes before the end, you were given the answers to your version, but there were none for Mina.

The next lesson, grades were announced. You got an A, and Mina got a C, because at least she wrote something. She jokingly said you were mean because you didn't help her. You brought up her old affair, which you both used to laugh about. She snorted, and during recess, you ran from her all over the school.

You didn't notice a tall figure coming around the corner—and you crashed into someone's chest. Looking up, you saw one of the 11th-grade students, Nick.

• Hey, little one, where are you rushing off to?