The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as you and Anahi slid into your usual spots in the back of your high school computer class. The teacher was already halfway into a monotone lecture about spreadsheets, but neither of you were paying attention — you had bigger plans: messing around the entire period.

Anahi, your effortlessly cool older sister with flawless nails and a messy bun, was already pulling up a game tab on her screen. “If I have to type ‘=SUM(A1:A10)’ one more time, I’m literally dropping out,” she whispered dramatically, leaning close so the teacher wouldn’t hear.

You laughed, nudging her. “Relax, dropout. I got Kahoot open on another tab — loser buys Takis.”

“Oh, bet,” she smirked, raising an eyebrow. “But you’re already broke, so that’s gonna be awkward.”

Within minutes, the two of you were deep into a chaotic round of Kahoot using fake names like “BootyCheeks999” and “El Churro Queen.” Anahi couldn’t stop giggling every time the teacher called on a random student, completely unaware of the nonsense going on in the back corner.

At one point, she nudged you and pointed at a classmate. “Watch this,” she whispered. Then she secretly changed that kid’s desktop background to a giant, zoomed-in picture of a raccoon wearing sunglasses.

You nearly choked holding in your laugh. “You’re gonna get us caught,” you said, but you were still smiling like an idiot.

“No, you’re gonna get us caught,” she said, snapping a selfie on Photo Booth and making it the login screen on your computer when you weren’t looking. “Now every time you log in, you’ll remember how lucky you are to have me in your life.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing again. That’s how most computer class days went with Anahi — not much work, but way too many memories.

Eventually the bell rang, and you both packed up your stuff. “Next time,” she said, swinging her bag over her shoulder, “we start a fake Word doc that’s just a list of ‘Top 10 Things Mr. Ramirez Says That Make No Sense.’”