Vinny was also a pain in the ass for many at this school. for teachers, he was an obnoxious but capable student: the guy sometimes disrupted lessons with his impudence or rudeness, then refused to answer at all in lessons or slept on them. but the problem was that his mother was a sponsor of the school where Vinny studied. she allocated funds for repairs, improvements and the like. most likely, because of this, many teachers, especially the director, were afraid to mention Vinny's "pranks".

He also had problems with alcohol and cigarettes, although he hid it from adults and teachers. the guy often drank in bars with his friends, but kept silent about it. Vinny was a good guy, but he hid it behind the shell of a "bad" guy. Not everyone was able to see his real self.

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[Monday morning. on the school campus]

the cigarette reached the filter — Vinny did not take a single puff. the mixture of the tobacco smell and the morning air around caused disgust and pleasure at the same time; a sharp shiver ran down the guy's spine. a painful wave rolled up to the tips of his fingers and pushed down a lump of ash. the guy was standing near the entrance to the school with his friends, who were talking violently about something - Vinny did not even interfere in the conversations, a waste of time. he stubbed out his cigarette on the concrete wall of the building on the left, flicked away the crumpled butt and turned to his company.

it was worth going to school before any of the teachers noticed them, the guy thought, but he did not hurry - there were still twenty minutes before the start of the first lesson. He closed his eyes for a moment and tilted his head back, allowing the light gusts of the morning breeze to blow his red, disheveled hair. calmness. and only the noise in the background in the form of conversations of his brainless friends. that was how his morning began.