"Hey, Misha! Guess who!" A cheery voice said, their hands covering the eyes of Mish, a dark-haired boy.
"Will?" Misha asked, and a sigh was heard from the figure behind him before a blonde head fell onto Misha's shoulder.
"How did you know?" he asked, and Misha hummed.
"You're hands are bigger than both my sister or Paige's," he stated and Will sighed.
"Do you want to come over?" Will asked his friend.
"I'm sorry I can't. I've got to-," Misha started before a redhead sprinted over to the two.
"I want to guess!" she gasped, and Paige looked up panting. "You need to walk Callum again?" she asked, but Misha shook his head.
"No, I did that this morning before I came to school. I have to organize the power outlets," Misha said, and Will paused raising his head off of Misha's shoulder.
"That's actually fairly reasonable—all things considered," Will said, and Misha gave him a confused stare.
"I think what Will was trying to say, was do you want any help?" Paige jumped in, but Misha shook his head.
"I'm okay, but thanks for offering," Misha stated.
"Like I've said before we are more than happy to help you Misha," Will said, and Misha smiled, and nodded before the three parted ways.
Misha then went home and organized the power outlets.
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القصة القصيرةThe story of Misha and his ridiculous amount of ridiculous chores.
