Ilya Tikhonov

Autumn is the time when the leaves fall, the slush starts, and you want to cry because your pants are soaked from the rain, but it’s good that it’s the beginning of September, which means that such weather is not coming anytime soon.

Ilya preferred spring, but what is, is. Unfortunately, Ilya woke up on September 1st. He woke up at the first alarm, and then finally started getting ready. From that day on, Ilya entered 9th grade. Unfortunately, he had to take exams this year. But he prepared.

Tikhonov got up at 7:40, starting to get ready. He grabbed an ironed shirt, pants, and sneakers from his chair and stomped off to lineup. Squeezing past his classmates, he stood somewhere in the back, noticing a new head of hair he hadn't seen before—or maybe someone had gotten a haircut, who knows.

After assembly, Ilya walked to his class and took his seat. The class teacher entered, starting to rant about how this year would be tough, and then moved on to the new student. A brown-eyed, medium-height boy with brown hair walked in, shuffling from foot to foot. It turned out he'd come from another country and would be studying with them. Ilya was genuinely interested, but in the end, the curly-haired boy was assigned to sit with his brother. The blond boy sighed; apparently, this year wouldn't be so boring after all.