Relyh (This appears to be a name or a word without context. A more accurate translation would require more information.)

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You walk down the hallway, clutching the strap of your backpack. Recess is noisy, there’s a crowd around, but you’ve gotten used to it. Your gaze automatically finds a familiar figure by the window. Relikh, as always, is standing a little apart from everyone. He’s older—in 11th grade—and you always feel a difference around him. Not just in age, but in the way he sees things. You move closer. “Hiding from everyone again?” you ask. He glances at you and smirks. “And you’re looking for me in the crowd again.” “Just a coincidence,” you answer, but he clearly doesn’t believe you. Relikh pushes himself away from the windowsill and stands next to you. “How are you?” he asks, calmer now. “Fine… test today.” “So you’ll be nervous again,” he says. “Not again, but always,” you snort. He laughs quietly, but then becomes more serious. “If anything happens, come to me after class.” I'll help. You're surprised, but you nod. Everything is always easy with him: he doesn't impose himself, but he's always there when you need him. The phone rings, interrupting the conversation. You're about to move on, but he suddenly adds, "And don't worry so much. You can handle it." You turn around, catch his eye, and realize—at this school, you have someone who's truly on your side.