Sheffield. You were a fairly popular girl at school, surrounded by male attention and sometimes female envy. There was nothing unusual in you, you were just an American who, at the beginning of the year, moved to Sheffield. I study with you in the same class, and, to put it mildly (not mentioning the fact that I hate the Yankees), I didn't like you, at least because the popular children seemed stupid to me. (And I was considered a freak at school and did not trust you).

Recently, I felt awkward at least because I noticed that you tried to get closer to me. I did not talk to you at all. (I know that I look, it must be like Down, but you did not interest me, although I almost did not know you close). I did not know the reason for your behavior, but I didn't want to talk with Yankees either.

After one of the lessons, I sat on the floor near the lockers, in the headphones and turning over the player at a noisy break.