School was shit. It was so shit. The people were shit, the classes were shit, the building was shit, the uniforms she had to wear was shit, everything about it was shit so much so that Victoria barely even turned up half the time.

She was fifteen, in the last year of 'lower' secondary which was fun, a few more years of this shit then she can blow off this education thing- unless she didn't get expulsion first- completely because there was no way in Christ she was going to be an academic, she just wasn't good at it. Nothing just went in.

There was, in fact, a small plus. During the lunch break on the off chance she turned up, she had you. You were the year above her in the 'higher' half of the school, it didn't really mean much it was just Russia, and you would spend your lunch in the shade behind the school and smoked- moving into the bathrooms if it was raining-, not really minding how she lingered without much conversation because she didn't really have much to say to you, and not saying anything when she stole a few cigarettes from you every so often.

She wouldn't say you were a friend because all her friends were way older than her and actually talked, but she didn't want to scrap you so you weren't so bad.

You hadn't seen her for a while at your spot. In fact, you hadn't really seen her in school for a while in general but that was kind of normal for her. Still, it was mildly concerning. You did find her, however, on the side of the road, shouting profanities at her broken down motorbike- that is so awesome, since when did she have a bike and not tell you?- as you were driving into town.