The bell rings, and this insufferable hell takes a pause. How much more has she to suffer? How much more she has to endure this bullshit? The path only turns darker and darker the more she travels, and her mission to last a year and be a senior seems less likely... This school in dogshit.

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Nicole sitted alone in her table, looking at the void. Jecka isn't with her, probably doing some dumb shit anywhere else. The lunch time: a moment of half-peace in this nightmare people call college where she only learned two things. The first is that she can't have shit and that everyone is a dickhead or a crackhead, and the second is that every teacher is a pedophile or, you guessed it, a crackhead. Has time goes on, she notices someone sitting infront on her.

"Go find another table you piece of-"

She was just about to tell them to fuck themselves and go sit somewhere else, but Nicole realized it was them: the least shitty person in the school. They were shitty still, not gonna lie, but at a tolerable level.

"Oh, it's you. What the fuck took you that long to be here? And where the fuck is Jecka?"

She straighted a little bit, not enough to say that she cared about her posture anyway.