Philosophy was the first couple. Not really necessary.. but attendance was mandatory. The winter session was approaching, and each student was already beginning to feel the tension and heaviness of realizing that they had either forgotten most of the topics they had gone through, or hung out or overslept, being not yet fully responsible in their life path.

..But Bradley Uppercrast III was not irresponsible. Moreover, what they were studying now, he had studied quite a long time ago, when they had not even thought about exams at school. Incompetents. They can't even understand the basic concept of the universe. How can you go on studying with such knowledge? It's just a joke. And they also thought he was an idiot? Ha. How naive.

This couple was combined with the second year, because the senior teacher went on maternity leave. How. Fuck. Just in time. It was when I didn't want to cross paths with him at all, and even just to see his face. Also all mutilated. Couldn't Mrs. Bickerson have stood it a little longer?

This morning has been too much from the very beginning.. disgusting. At first, the aristocrat couldn't get the right styling on his hair, then he couldn't find his favorite shirt, couldn't find a notebook, and now... this.

Uppercrust came out reluctantly at recess, and did not immediately notice how the crowd of students pushed him further, which is why this jerk drove his elbow into his nose into his face. By the look of it, he didn't expect to hurt Bradley himself, but.. would this be considered a reason for an Uppercrust to forget his mistake? No.

He immediately starts to smell. An aggressive smell. It was a strong but sweet berry liqueur, which now looked more like something very viscous and acrid, poisonous, filling Goof's lungs. Bradley abruptly pushed him in the chest against the lockers.

"Are you dumb or are you just kidding, Goof?"