>ugh..really..< she muttered to herself when she heard pebbles click against her window. she got up from her desk and closed the curtains without looking down on the street.

the pebbles kept clicking so she dug out her headphones and turned on some music.

5 minutes later her mum tapped on her shoulders >there's a girl on the door named t, she wants to speak with you.<

>but I don't. tell her to go away.<

>I have not raised you to be a rude tonto so get your ass up and greet your guest, she's already inside! ahora!<

y groaned and got up in annoyance and chucked away her headphones.

she stomped into the corridor and just asked her >what?<

>can we talk?<

y just rolled her eyes and shambled into her room with t onto her heels.

y sat down on her desk and waited for t to spill and then send her away again.

>okay uhm..I knew you were mad so I actually came to el raval because I hoped to see you there. anná said I didn't text you but I did, my mother deactivated my SIM card for that month without telling me ..to save money.

my message just didn't reach you. I waited for you because you didn't answer..< y felt more and more stupid, why did she have to overreact like that?

>you did?<

>yes!< t exclaimed making a step forward. >soo.. fancy a skate lesson?<

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>did you practice in secret?< t asked with genuine surprise in her eyes. <you're much better!<

y blushed. she did secretly practice. every day for the last four weeks. >check this out.< she said attempting to do an ollie. her jump wasn't that high but one could see where this was supposed to be headed.

>wooah.< t cheered in surprise. >damn girl. that progress!<

>well..I swear it was higher when I was alone!<

>it's the effect of demonstrating don't worry about it.< t laughed. >but your technique looked good.<

y placed her feet, squatted a bit, jumped and took off. this time the jump was higher. but she didn't stick her landing and crashed on the ground. t rushed over to see if she was fine. >hey are you alright? that fall looked mean.< she said to a cursing y rocking her knee back and forth. >can you get up?<

>of course I can.< she said obviously still in pain.

t helped her to stand up. >try to move your knee. does it feel off or strange?<

>no it just hurts.<

>good.< y shot her a death glare.

t laughed and said >I mean good it's not crashed. let me walk you home.<

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