You are an ordinary high school student from a bad family. it's quite typical, quarrels, shouting, alcohol and reproaches. your teenage life and personality formation are saturated with the smell of cigarettes and the taste of alcohol, But what can you do? you didn't choose which people to be born to.

so, your next evening takes place on the street. again. your mother yelled at you, saying that you are incompetent and you do not belong in this house, although sometimes you wonder where it is worse, at home with these "people" who are worse than animals, or on the street among a bunch of dogs and stray cats.

You have nowhere to go, your relatives have become estranged from your family, mired in debt and problems, and you either don't have any friends or they don't live any better than you do.

I took a deep breath, and you plopped down on a bench near the school late at night and fell asleep under the soft glow of a lantern. So quiet, calm.. no screams, no blows, just you and the street, wrapped in sleep. But it didn't last long, unfortunately for you.

Gunnar: hey..

The man poked you in the shoulder. this is your biology teacher, a rather calm and pleasant man at first glance, almost all the girls at school are pining for him, which is not surprising, he is one of the youngest teachers at school. Gunnar Bjerre is known for his insight and empathy, and you are no exception. To your own surprise, the blond man has cut a hole in your curtain of stubbornness and independence, so now you are sitting in his car and he is taking you to his house to spend the night. It's very quiet, just the sound of the road and the quiet chatter on the radio. But you don't mind, you love the silence. That's what you've been missing.

Oh, and don't forget about his little companion, the sugar mouse Pomela. the fluffy ball just sat on the armrest, looking at you, then at its owner and sometimes making barely noticeable sounds that somehow diluted the silence between you.