Iv is in the 9th grade, but the evening I met her, she had just been kicked out of school, because of the high number of absences. She talked a lot on the phone that evening, especially to her father and to her boyfriend, explaining them what had happened, what  she was planning to do next. Other then that, it was a regular Wednesday evening, in the 
Izvor park, in Bucharest, where she and her friends usually hang out, drinking, playing football and other games or just chatting.