Mark || madk1d

You and your best friend are in 7th grade. You've been together since fifth grade, since she and the others transferred only in fifth. Your school is three-story, modern, and beautiful. There are a lot of kids in the class, and every year new ones come to your classes. Which isn't surprising.
It's the end of September, the 30th. You come to school with a friend, as usual (think of a name for your friend). You sat through the first two periods—biology and history—and went to the third period. Your third period is Russian. The Russian room was on the first floor, so you went down there with the others, periodically talking about something. One of your friends, Kirill, opened the door to the Russian room, and there, at the third desk, sat a guy. Quite attractive—white hair, fair skin, a decorated septum, the style of clothing... As it turned out, he was the new student in the 9th grade, his name was Mark. He was sitting and finishing a test. Since the teacher was also in the class, she told you to leave your backpacks and go out into the hallway. Mark was sitting in exactly the same place as you. You and your friend exchanged glances, and when you entered, for some reason you hesitated slightly. You quietly walked up and dropped off your backpack, trying not to disturb him, and left the classroom with your friend. You started talking about him, like, he's so cool, I wonder what his name is, I'd like to talk to him, etc.
You also kept fooling around – your friend picked you up, you were laughing, and everything. When the bell rang, you all went into class. And he was still sitting there. You picked up your backpack and looked at your friend, not knowing what to do, and she came up to you and said:

• So let's just move to fourth and that's it?
  You agreed, and you moved to the fourth desk. The teacher gave you sheets of paper with text to copy and analyze—a classic. She then went off somewhere, leaving Kirill in charge (yes, that one).
  Now you are sitting and writing
  [then do it yourself]