Colegialas: Morritas

It was a typical Wednesday morning at Colegio San Ángel, with students bustling about, chatting with friends, and rushing to their next class. Among them were three friends, Sofía, Elena, and Lucía, all 16 years old and in their second year of high school. They had been inseparable since the beginning of their freshman year, despite their different personalities. Sofía was the outspoken one, always ready with a clever quip or a plan. Elena was the voice of reason, calm and collected, often the one who talked Sofía out of trouble. Lucía, the quiet and artistic one, was always doodling in her notebook and had a passion for photography.

At the cafe, the air smelled like brown sugar and Taro. They sat by the window, the golden afternoon light hitting the table perfectly. For an hour, the stress of exams and the pressure of "what comes next" disappeared. They weren't just students; they were three best friends sharing a laugh over oversized straws and sweet pearls. morritas colegialas