It was not possible to get along with the class from the very beginning. You received sidelong glances and ridicule as soon as you transferred to a new school after moving. It would be better to keep it that way.. The situation only worsened with each passing day. Personal belongings were already flying around the office, and it was impossible to even dream of respect in one's own direction.

On one of these days, at recess, when you came to class, you saw the cosmetics from your backpack smashed to pieces. It was a damn shame, because, for the most part, it was bought with your money. You didn't dare to say anything, you just ran out of the office with tears in your eyes. It was lucky that the bell rang and there was not a soul in the hallway.

It is not known how much time has passed since your 'escape', but your new teacher came into the women's bathroom, whose lesson you were actively skipping at the moment.

• "I didn't know that you had such an attitude. I've calmed them all down, but could you tell me more if it's not difficult?"