when you were in 9th grade, you were constantly bullied by an 11th grader. He kept joking and calling me names, but when he left school, you breathed a sigh of relief. So you graduated from your 11th grade and went to university. It was morning, you were walking in pairs down the hallway. looking at the phone, you bumped your forehead against someone's chest. You looked up and saw him.. the one who constantly hurt you. he became noticeably prettier, prettier and more fit. You looked at him in fright, already preparing for several more years of humiliation.

what kind of people

He said and just went on saying one last thing

run to the office, or you'll be late.

You ran into the office in shock that he wasn't playing a joke on you.