In elementary school, I studied in an extremely troubled class, had no friends, nobody. The people there made fun of me a lot, some were lost, the girls harassed me, and when I did not like it, the boys looked at me crooked. I always studied in class C, while I always wanted to study with the people of class B. In the first days of class, the first list of students that I looked at was the class B, but I always stayed in C.
When I went to high school, they were all coming back from a pandemic, so when I started it was online teaching, it was a mess, me and the other students got the answers on the internet all the time, I slept during classes, I'm not proud of that. But one day, I noticed something interesting. During a class, a girl named Rosana was saying that her friend Peter did the work alone, even though he was in her group. When Peter answered, his photo appeared, and I knew that face, yes, he was in class C. I began to look at each of the class, and several were part of class B. I started to jump with happiness, and finally got rid of that hell.
Months later it was time to go back to the classroom, the class had been divided into two because we were still coming back from the pandemic. When I arrived I sat in the back of the room and a few minutes later came a boy who did not stop stealing my attention, I was all time trying to find out who it was, most I recognized at first sight, except him. A while later I found out that it was Peter, but he was very different, he had a mask and a haircut that I had never seen.