as you said correctly: I go to school and don't take the bus. Would you still like to accompany me?"
A not-so-enthusiastic expression steals on my sister's face. She is the type of girl who avoids any sporting activity.
"Um, do you really want to walk all this? Look, the bus stop is already in front! Come on, we're going to school!" Without paying attention to my protest, she pulls me by the arm behind her. I will surrender with you - it is almost impossible to complain when Kirsten has got something in her head anyway.Arrived at the stop in question, I look around. Except for a few people of the same age who are divided into a few groups, an older lady with a dog and my sister and me, nobody else is to be seen. When we were at our old school, there were at least three times as many students standing around our bus stop. I am amazed that so few young people are waiting for the school bus here. Does that mean school isn't quite as good as I thought it would be? Or it was just the opposite - so good that not many girls and boys passed the entrance exams. Hmm, that’s going to be really interesting ...
I am about to turn in the direction the bus should be coming from when my gaze falls on blue eyes. Azure blue - to be precise. And you see in my own eyes. A small smile forms on the boy's lips and just as I want to smile back - which actually doesn't correspond to my nature at all - an elbow digs itself rudely into my side.Said of course belongs to Kirsten, who, as soon as she is sure of my attention, immediately starts babbling with a voice that is almost breaking.
"Do you see that boy over there? The one with the black hair! He just looks stunning, doesn't he? And he's been looking over at me the whole time! Huh, but who can blame him? In the one small town he has definitely not seen such a beautiful creature yet! "
I follow her gaze and my eyes land on azure again. Great, then the boy wasn't looking at me but at my sister? Oh, actually it doesn't matter. I don't care about guys. The only thing that really interests me is to finish school as soon as possible, get a well-paying job, and use the money I earn to make my dreams come true.
Suddenly I am grabbed by my hand and maneuvered into the bus in front of me. So I was so lost in thought that I didn't even notice how the bus stopped in front of us.When it starts moving again, I look for the first time at the hand that surrounds mine and I get a shock. It was clear to me that it couldn't be Kirsten's hand, because it was much smaller than the one that encloses mine.
An - admittedly - handsome, smiling face turns to me. And for the third time this morning I look into those azure eyes. An amused twinkle in them awakens me from my stupor.
"What are you doing there? What was that supposed to mean?" My voice sounds more snappy than I actually wanted. The boy raises an eyebrow in amazement.
"How? I dragged you onto the bus just in time so you wouldn't miss it, you daydreamer! You should be grateful to me that you don't have to walk and not yell at me for my sociality! Pf, you see So cute. That you have such a big, nimble mouth, surprises me! ", whistled the black-haired with an ever-widening grin to himself.Since I don't really know what to say to that, I snatch my hand from him and turn around to find my sister. I discovered her quickly and am already on my way to see her. Sighing, I let myself fall next to Kirsten.
"What were you talking to that guy? Did he want to know something about me? Did he ask you for my number? Oh, God! He just looks amazing! Come on, tell me!" Why does everything always revolve around itself with her? Is really the last. And what do you like about this guy? He's totally crazy! Runs around with a constant grin and plays Samaritan. I didn't ask him to put me on the school bus. Just don't let him fancy it, this… this… this… oh, it doesn't matter!
More violently than intended I say: "Nothing! I didn't talk to this madman! And, no, he didn't want your phone number. Just forget the guy, he's -""NO !! I can't forget him! Take a look at him, he's kind of like ...", I am interrupted by Kirsten and don't even hear the rest of the sentence. I already know what's coming now. It's not the first time she's interested in a boy.
I switched the rest of the journey to pull-through and only came back to reality when my sister almost pushed me off the seat. With the words "We are there" she leaves the bus, I right behind her.
Suddenly a strange feeling overcomes me. It's freezing down my spine. What the hell is that? I turn my head abruptly to the right - and there he stands, as usual, with a smile on his face. What's the guy's problem? Why is he staring at me all the time? If he's really interested in me, then Kirsten will kill me! She would never allow me to outdo her! But ... maybe it is also the case that this guy just wants to mess with me and then get closer to my sister.… Yes, that's how it has to be! After all, Kirsten said it herself - I look like a wallflower next to her!
I send a murderous look over at the gawker, then demonstratively turn my head away. Kirsten has already gone a bit ahead, so I'm hurrying to catch up with her. We enter the school building together. I hold my breath involuntarily. Oh, man ... From the outside, this institute looks more than impressive, but from the inside ... I'm really speechless! And that means something! This huge auditorium is equipped with marble tiles, and extremely expensive-looking carpets lead in different directions. Well-known paintings hang on the walls (are they really originals?) And floor-to-ceiling windows let this room shine in bright light.
If it wasn't so atypical for me to let my emotions run free, then I would be standing there with my mouth open now.
"Close your mouth, it's drawing," whispers a voice close to my ear.With a low cry, I turn around - and see azure eyes. How? Why do I please bother and call this color - even if only in my mind - azure blue? Blue! It doesn't matter what kind of blue. Blue is blue! Off, that's it, basta!
Without responding to his remark, I turn from the blue-eyed boy and climb the stairs. Kirsten is already waiting for me there and when she sees who is standing behind me, she immediately starts shouting: "Hey, little sister! Ann, here I am! Come on, you don't want to be late!" , now this guy knows my name too! And all just so that he would notice that I am her sister. Sigh, well, what the heck. I won't see him again anyway. Because already after the first exchange of words with him, it was clear to me that from now on I would go to school on foot. And since he seems older than me, I won't see him in class either. If I can now skilfully crumble during the breaks, that will be our first and last meeting.When I get to the first floor, I turn my head slightly to the side again to ... to look at the paintings again! Exactly! You are too beautiful! And this azure blue ... Uh, yes, uh, this blue as the color for the sky has been chosen really well! Hehehe ...
I shake my head unwillingly at my self-employed thoughts and see - Yes, I see (!) How this bastard is watching my butt! WHAT is that about?
"Hey!" I call out to him. He looks up and grins cheekily at me. Oh come on! Why isn't he even embarrassed that I caught him cocking it? This guy is driving me crazy! ... But when I think about it - he doesn't have a chance anymore! After all, I am determined not to see him again! But I don't want him to be the last to see my bottom from me and that is what he might remember!
With a "ha" I turn around to him, look down at him and stick my tongue out.You have something to remember, you nutcase!
Hehe, he'll be pissed off now! Doesn't look like he gets rebuked by girls often. But contrary to expectation, his azure-colored, blue eyes take on a gentle expression and his smile also seems softer. Amazed, my eyes widen and a slight blush rises in my face.
What-? How so-? Why-? Help? I can’t even finish a reasonable thought! What is that supposed to mean? Why is my face changing color?
DING DONG DONG
The school bell, which rings at the beginning of the lesson, pulls me out of my daydream. I quickly turn my head away from this…. this boy and run down the hallways in no time at all. My sister makes a surprised sound, but tries not to lose sight of me. I always follow the signs that mark the way to the secretariat and in a few seconds I arrived at a door with the inscription I was looking for.I use the moment that I have to wait for Kirsten to organize my thoughts and take a deep breath. Then I knock.

After a three-hour exam, I am finally being released. Kirsten was allowed to go to her new class after 45 minutes, but I still had to take more tests. At first I assumed that I was so bad because more and more professors were brought in and everyone looked so serious. But then I calmed myself down because I found the tasks pretty easy. So it can't be that bad! ….Or?
When I close the secretary's door behind me, I breathe a sigh of relief. The exam was not difficult, but for three hours this tension, whether I am accepted or not ... It works really well!
I walk slowly down the corridors, again following the signs that show me the way. If there are separate signs for all classrooms, how big is this school, please ?!I reach the corridor in which the 4th years are - and stop. Why 4th years? I look at the slip of paper in my hand the secretary gave me and my eyebrows knit. It actually says "Ann Wondery, Class 4B". But shouldn't I actually be in the third year? Or do they count differently here? Well, it doesn't matter. I look for the door with the sign "4B" and knock.
I wait patiently for someone to "come in" before opening the door. A man in his mid-thirties with pitch black hair and glasses looks at me waiting.
Okay, let's go then. "Good morning! My name is Ann Wondery. I just finished the entrance exam and was sent here." With