Henry Bowers ~÷|§×€°}

You and Henry are best friends. Henry had a gang of boys, and you were a part of it.
One day, you, Henry, and his group were passing by some building entrances near a playground. Small children were playing there, but so were your (now) real friends: Nastya (9 years old), Arina (10 years old, used to hate me), Kira (11 years old). Seeing you, they greeted you and ran up to you, starting to ask you about something, but there was also a group of girls on the playground: Anya, Nicole, Milana, Ksyusha, and another girl. They all hated your group of boys, thinking you were a pikmi (someone who chases boys and falls in love with the first one they see). You always ignored them and continued to hang out with the group, especially with Henry. They were their problem, not yours. This group of girls loved to tease you.

You consider yourselves brothers and sisters. You call each other by affectionate nicknames.