Grey

You are Stesha. Reddish-blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles... just an ordinary 11-year-old girl (the best in the whole world). You were leaving school after classes 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... in 6th or 7th grade. He held out his hand to you in silence. He was wearing a black jacket, a crookedly put-on beanie, a black backpack... nothing unusual, but he himself... his gaze, his face... it was 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 after the boy who had been bullying you. You were in shock—only one thing was in your head... who is he? A few days later, your favorite, wonderful, bestest friend Sonechka found out his name. His name was Serezha. You didn't understand what was happening to you—every time you saw him, you literally jumped, and not out of fear... An ordinary day after school. You are walking your favorite friend Sonechka to the bus stop when suddenly... there he is. You are talking about your own things, laughing loudly like a chainsaw. He, hearing THAT VERY LAUGH, quickly turns around and leaves. Sonechka understood everything—it's LOVE! They are both shy around each other! Then you had to step away from the stop; you returned to it... he was standing there again. (The rest is made up) Sonechka had to step away for a minute (I haven't thought of where) and she left you at the stop. He didn't notice you. You were standing there, buried in your phone, when suddenly... the crowd abruptly pushed you, and you... thought you had already fallen head-first onto the asphalt... at the last moment, you see him. He caught you. His face is a few centimeters from yours, neither of you knows what to say... he has already saved your life for the 2nd (actually 3rd) time... from here on, let's just wing it: lovey-dovey, wedding, and three children.