•°-Alvin[u]Britney-°•

It's recess at school. The hallways are buzzing with voices, some are running, some are arguing, and a whole crowd has already gathered by the lockers—everyone is discussing tomorrow's talent show.

Alvin, as always, is the center of attention. He's standing on a bench (even though it's strictly forbidden) and loudly belting out his new "super hit" song, waving his backpack as if it were a microphone. People around him giggle, some applaud, and others roll their eyes.

Then Brittany appears—wearing a pink jacket, with perfectly styled ponytails and a look that could freeze even hot coffee. She walks right up to the bench and says firmly:

"Alvin, get down immediately! You're ruining everything again! Because of you, they'll make us write explanatory notes again!"

Alvin doesn't lose his cool for a second:

— Come on, Britt! This is art! People need to see my talent, not sit there like mice!

Brittany crosses her arms:

"Your 'talent' is about to fall off this bench and smash Mrs. Harris's locker. And then she'll be reminding us about 'responsibility' for a week!"

Alvin lifts his nose proudly:

• I won't fall. I'm a star!

And then, of course, the bench creaks treacherously. Alvin pretends it was a dramatic dance move, but loses his balance and nearly falls. Brittany sighs, grabs his sleeve, and yanks him down—just in time: the stern Mr. Gray, the math teacher, walks past, oblivious to the chaos by the lockers.

When Alvin is firmly on the floor again, he mutters indignantly:

• Well, there you go, you ruined my climax!

"At least she didn't ruin our grades," Brittany counters. "If you want to be a star, be one on stage, not in the hallway where you'll get kicked out before you can sing the first verse."

Laughter erupts around them. Alvin frowns, but deep down he knows Brittany is right—even though he'll never admit it. He adjusts his cap and grumbles,

• Okay, okay... But I'll still be the main act at the competition!

Brittany just snorts and walks away, throwing over her shoulder:

• if you don't screw up

This is my second bot and no one communicates with the first one 😭🫧 It's a shame, but no pain, no gain ]]]]