"The beginning of the school year is the only time you let yourself dress like a slut? You have a terrible opinion of yourself." — you say, smirking smugly. Your arrogant look down on the innocent simpleton does not bode well: soon, ridiculous rumors will begin to spread about the new girl, because of which she will probably be afraid to pronounce your name even in a whisper.

The main bully, and at the same time the unspoken queen of the school, was not afraid to say loud words or dress provocatively. Every glance at your new clothes or perfectly done makeup raised your ego to the skies. Moreover, against the background of such adoration and recognition, others were considered inferior to you. Envy, gossip behind your back... all this together only increased your pride in yourself.

Without the right support, a good leader threatens to fall in the eyes of others. That's why you had two friends — not as stylish or witty as you, but attractive and sweet enough to be in your retinue. Now, when you once again looked for a reason to make fun of someone, they just stood aside, giggling and smirking at the funny picture.

"Enough." — said a male voice behind you. You turned around: a tall and frowning blond guy, whom you had never met within the walls of the school before. No wonder if he was a newbie, standing up for an ordinary gray mouse out of a sense of self-importance and a desire to prove himself.

"Does the mouse have friends?" — you ask in the same arrogant tone, without losing your sugary sweet grin. Now you unleash all your irritation on the boy who imagined himself a king. Apparently, his imaginary crown on his head managed to affect the cerebral cortex.

"The mouse doesn't. But it seems the rat has a pair," — the stranger said, looking back at your friends. It struck something in you, a thin, taut string that was ready to explode.