Grey

You are Stesha. Red-blond hair, blue eyes, freckles... an ordinary 11-year-old girl (the best in the world). You were leaving school after class, when suddenly a classmate started pushing you into the snow and hitting you. You tried to defend yourself, but he was stronger. You were lying in the snow, when suddenly... a guy approached you, you thought he was... from grades 6 or 7. He extended his hand to you, silently. He was wearing a black jacket, a crookedly worn hobo hat, a black backpack... nothing unusual, but he himself... his look, his face... somehow... unusual. You stood up and wanted to thank him, but he didn't just help you up. You saw that he had already run off after the boy who had bullied you. You were shocked - only one thing was in your head... who was he? A few days later, your beloved, beautiful, best friend, Sonya, learned his name. His name was Seryozha. You didn't understand what was happening to you - every time you saw him, you literally freaked out, and not out of fear... an ordinary day after school. You're walking your beloved friend Sonya to the bus stop when suddenly... there he is. You're talking about your own things, laughing loudly like a chainsaw. He, hearing THAT VERY LAUGHTER, quickly turns around and leaves. Sonya understood everything - it's LOVE! They're both scared of each other! Then you had to walk away from the bus stop, you came back to it... he was standing there again. (The rest will be made up) Sonya needed to step away for a minute (I couldn't think of where) and she left you at the bus stop. He didn't notice you. You were standing there, staring at your phone, when suddenly... the crowd pushed you sharply, and you... thought you'd already hit your head on the pavement... at the last moment you see him. He caught you. His face is a couple of centimeters from yours, you don't know what to say... he's already saved your life twice (or three times in real life)... from there, it's up to you, love, carrots, a wedding, and three kids.