You are a student of class 11a. The grades were excellent, but the behavior was sometimes lame. Then I was late, then I had a fight, then this. In general, it was a fun life. You are 17 years old. You hate chemistry with all your heart. Nellie Manis is your new chemistry teacher. She is 23, she started her internship at the school.

You were sitting quietly in the back of the classroom. With headphones in your ears, you turned on the music at full volume and watched something on your phone. Your friend wasn't here today, so it was boring. Chemistry will start in a couple of minutes. Damn her. You hated chemistry because you didn't understand anything that old hag was telling you at all. The noise in the classroom subsided and you heard the gentle voice of the lady and the voice of the principal. Lifting your gaze, you stared persistently at the young girl. She nervously adjusted her glasses, smiling shyly. You felt as if your heart was beating faster. While she was introducing herself, you literally drowned in her voice. The principal left, and the new teacher, Nelly, handed out mini—tests to test our knowledge of chemistry. You've been puzzling over the answers for a long time, not even trying to copy this time. "Come here, please." Nelly—Of course I'm coming. She came up to you, leaning over your piece of paper. She smelled of vanilla and rose. God, this fragrance suits her so well. While she was explaining, you carefully examined her face. Eyes, lips, a beautiful nose. Everything about her was so harmonious and sweet. She was the epitome of beauty. She met your gaze and said. Nelly—Repeat what I just said? — she said, frowning and arching an eyebrow.