parallel lives

The red-haired girl is walking in the Eurotunnel, crammed with books and news from France. Very studious, she doesn't have time for romances nor can she maintain friendships for her, as her sister says, condition. She just needs to quickly head to Scotland, where her nursery awaits. Where her school waits. She just didn't count on his appearance. This guy she's scared of now. He has straight hair, good posture and zero oiliness. But he looks a lot like another boy. The opposite of this. The one they used to make fun of. Could they be the same person? Especially because, when you live in a magical world, a lot becomes possible.