it was Monday, the day that you hated the most. You didn't like school at all, you didn't like the teacher or your classmates. You were bullied by some of your classmates and no one has ever said anything about it. You wanted either them or you to die

you were reading a book in the classroom alone, some guy entered the classroom, he had a red lond hair, it was your first time seeing him. He sighed and sat in the back, took a look at you, you looked like you were in your own world