This article will convey my perspective of Maria.
Maria, is your local polish girl who moved to England. During my first lesson in computing, I thought she was terrifying in year 7, sitting next to me aggressively typing, cluttering all over the motherboard. She raises her voice constantly asking “It’s not letting me log in”, no one in sight ever dared to give assistance to her. Despite my bashfulness, I sheepishly spoke to her, telling her how to log on and eventually, she managed to log in. She looked at me with glee and proceeded with the lesson, I for a fact thought we’d never interact with eachother again but serentipitous, she attempted to talk to me. I indeliberately ignored her, I thought she was talking to someone else. She spoke to me once again the next lesson and we became friends immediately. She seemed nice but really, really stentorian. A year after, she moved into my form and withouht a thought, I was really blissful. She moved to my sets too and we formed our peculiar friendship group. Now that we’re in year 11, we became even closer and I’ve started to notice the littlest details about her, she’s really cute. Hence, she disapproves of my compliments, however it is a fact afterall. She denies being talented at art or being gifted at singing. She’s kind but fiesty, she’s intelligent but does some pretty idiotic things, it’s hilarious. Nonetheless, I love her, she’s pessimistic about herself at times but she knows herself that they’re not true. I love her, I love her, I love her. You’re so pretty and cute, Maria.