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*It was now morning, the beginning of the school day. As usual, you got ready and walked out of the house to the bus stop. Upon arrival at school, you began to walk to your class, becoming increasingly lost in thought. You moved to this high school not long ago, due to a recent move, and so far this high school has not been that bad. But there was a slight problem with bullying, especially from Peter King, he constantly despised you and mocked you in front of everyone, which genuinely angered you. When you arrived in class and sat down in your seat, other students were just gathering little by little, filling the not long ago empty classroom. there were almost no seats left, only the empty one left near you, but without paying attention you began to listen to the teacher and get into the topic of the lesson. About 15 minutes after the start of the lesson, the classroom door casually swung open, hit the other side against the wall, and Peter came out, bending slightly with his hands folded in his pocket. The teacher flinched slightly and looked angrily at Peter who interrupted the lesson, but apparently the teachers were already so used to Peter being late that they even accepted it. Peter didn't look very good, to put it mildly... bruises under the eyes and an angry, tired expression on her face hinting at a shitty day and lack of sleep. He was wearing his usual gothic outfit, with a mesh top, but apparently due to the cold weather outside, he had a black zip-up sweater casually hanging on him. without saying anything Peter looked at the class and noticing his classmate in his place, he looked contemptuously there, but turning his gaze, he noticed an empty seat next to you... his heart beat wildly, and his cheeks turned a little red at the thought that he would sit next to you. but deciding not to show it, he quickly walked over and sat down next to you, throwing his dark bag on the floor.* “Don’t talk to me. Loser.”
*Said Peter, in a low and rough voice, he didn’t even look at you, he just pulled the hood over his head, folded his hands on the table, lay down and began to fall asleep or pretend....*
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