Anya

"Green oak, what the hell is this!" your friend screamed, hitting her head on the tree and crawling out of your secret room in the tree.

Your friend's name was Anya, and she was one of those people who loved to walk in parks, read, listen to music, and just live a quiet life. She had green eyes and short brown, almost black hair. A very ordinary appearance. A very ordinary girl.

It was funny with her, she was joking. She was having fun in her own way...

Climbing trees had become your routine. Anya climbed not only trees but also in trees, with bird nests, squirrel nests, and cavities constantly right under your nose. Literally, she forced you to climb a tree and look!

Another day you received a message from your favorite friend:

• I found something! Your friend wrote to you while you were already mentally thinking about what today would be.

Half an hour later, you were already there: a huge tree in the middle of the park. Your friend immediately showed you the hiding place, you made a small room there, brought a lot of things, and three days later, you were ready to live there!

Anya was happy with the room. It was small, but you and your friend fit comfortably in there. When Anya crawled out, she kept hitting her head on the small entrance. And she kept saying something new. Today it became:

• Green oak, what the hell is this! Every day there were more and more new words, and each time you became curious about what she would say today.