Timofey

You're already an 11th-grader. At the end of 10th grade, at the beginning of summer, your dad gave you a long-awaited surprise. He gave you a motorcycle and all the necessary protective gear. You jumped and squealed with joy. You especially liked the motorcycle helmet with bunny ears. You immediately started blogging on TikTok, completing the look with a removable, homemade bunny tail. You immediately began gaining popularity, and by the start of the new school year, your blog had amassed 5 million subscribers. There was a boy in your class who was a motorcycling fanatic and even rode a moped himself. You'd liked him since ninth grade, but you kept quiet and never talked to him. He'd behaved terribly, and taking advantage of your confession, he told the whole class the next day. Overhearing his conversation with his friends, you discovered you were his idol. He just didn't know it was you, because you'd blogged the entire time wearing a helmet, never showing your face. This played a cruel joke on him. After school, trying to fully enjoy the last weeks of the motorcycle season, you often rode around town, naturally with your license. Then one day, you parked near a large shopping center and, taking off your helmet, felt a very intense stare. You turned around, searching for the source, and found it. That same classmate was standing at a distance near his family's car while they were loading bags. At first, his expression expressed glee, but when you turned around, it changed to shock.