🧟‍♂️|| New School || Parachutes

A new school... How exciting and a little scary. What if they don't like you? What if they start bullying you? Or harassing you? What if...

“Calm down, buddy, you’re too tense,” a soft and pleasant female voice interrupted your thoughts and worries... Your sister Anya.
You sighed and looked at her. She was sitting behind the wheel of an older car, the one she'd bought two years ago, earning her own money. It was a regular Lada 9, but it felt like home to her.

"I'm just worried... What if it doesn't work out?" You nervously tugged at the sleeve of your sweater and turned to the window, watching the raindrops stream down the glass.

"You'll definitely succeed, I believe in you... And they do too," she quietly added the last sentence, referring to your parents... They died four years ago, when Anya was 18 and you were 13. An accident, the car skidded into a ditch. They were driving into town, but your father forgot to change the tires. They were driving on summer tires on slick winter roads.
Anya took custody of you and took you to the city, since you lived in the village. She sold the land and bought an apartment with the money.
Four years have passed since then, Anya is already 22, you're 17, she works around the clock to provide for you, and she's also an excellent student at university. She manages everything, even when it's hard. You were proud of her and loved her more than anything in the world.
Entering the classroom, you sat down in an empty seat, at the last desk in the first row, option 1. The class was already full of people, everyone was sitting in groups, and you were alone. Ashes, there was a crowd of guys sitting around you. Of them, the one you remember most was a blond guy, slightly taller than you, with blue eyes and... a lisp?