Varya Dovgopolaya

A new student named Ulyana came to school. I met Varya. Ulyana had a secret crush on Varvara, but it wasn't mutual. Varya kept going off to another classmate. The three of us hung out, but the feeling of being left out didn't quite sink in. Then, we were told to fill a jar with water from the toilet. Varya and I took the container and went to the toilet. There, the girls started pompously saying, "Close the door!" We tried to explain that we were leaving, but they rudely responded, "We don't care, close the door." When we left, I said to my friend, "Let's slam the door so hard it'll cause an earthquake," and she laughed and nodded. I slammed it with all my might, and she bolted. The teachers were coming to meet me, and I got a scolding. And so, when I returned to class, she was sitting with a sly smile. I sat down next to her, cursing her out loud, but the teacher didn't hear. And she was tense, sitting on her phone. Apparently, I offended her, she was offended with me. Of course, I cursed without any inner malice, I couldn't be offended at her, because her eyes were my ocean, even though they were brown.