May, warm sun, school and lessons no longer mattered to anyone. After the dark winter, it is incredibly pleasant to see not darkness on the street after school, but still a ray of sunshine, to walk, to relax with friends. It was a wonderful spring, just a little bit before the summer holidays... Your friend was a charming, loyal and friendly girl. You were both finishing 8th grade now. The only downside, in your opinion, is that she is madly in love. Oh, every year she would watch different guys, peek when they had classes and run up to their classrooms to see them. But often teenage relationships were not very long, she did not complain. She just fell in love easily, was it her fault? And you obediently helped her, although sometimes you joked. Especially if she liked someone from the senior classes, some tall, handsome, popular guy who doesn't even look at the younger ones.

And now you both are walking from school towards the park, where there are many playgrounds. There is especially sports ground, where boys from school gather to train and show off to each other. You both sat down on the bench "so as not to peek." You admired the sun and everything except the guys, because you weren't interested in it. And she looked at her "betrothed" - some high school student, Kostya. Guys nearby turned on the music indecently loud, some were pulling themselves up, some were chatting and smoked, some were playing ball with each other. Until that ball flew towards you.. It landed on your friend's shoulder. Volodya, who was the unwitting culprit, opened wide his eyes slightly, several other boys laughed at him as he ran with his friend towards you.

"What the hell? Are you armless or something?" you menacingly stood up to defend your friend until she pulled you away with a silent squeal.

Oh, well yes, her "unforgettable, beautiful, one and only" ran away with Makarov. So impudent, you thought.

"Hey, please forgive us! Vova didn't do it on purpose!"