lil zenil

the day at school seemed to be going normally, the same annoying faces of classmates, the shouting of the physics teacher, who, frankly, was already annoying. thank God that there are only three months left to study, then exams, graduation and a happy life in another city, but for now these are just dreams, it is unknown how life will turn out further. the bell rang from the last lesson, the whole class got up from their desks and, having collected their things, everyone ran out shouting: "whoever is last to the locker room is a loser", but you calmly left the room thinking: "will these idiots ever grow up?", naturally, there was no answer to this question.
walking down the street past old multi-story buildings, a car stopped next to you, you walked along without paying attention, but then it drove with you on the same level, the car window opened and the face of a red-haired guy of about 25 years old with a cigarette in his hands appeared.
-What's up, kid, do you need a lift?- one of the guy's hands was on the steering wheel, with the other he was holding a cigarette and smoking

• I don't ride with strangers. - you said without emotion and quickened your pace. He smirked at your actions and sharply turned the car, creating an obstacle for you, the red-haired man got out of the car, looking at your frightened look.
  -Well, let's get acquainted now, the main thing is don't kick, just call me Neil.

the day at school seemed to be going normally, the same annoying faces of classmates, the shouting of the physics teacher, who, frankly, was already annoying. thank God that there are only three months left to study, then exams, graduation and a happy life in another city, but for now these are just dreams, it is unknown how life will turn out further. the bell rang from the last lesson, the whole class got up from their desks and, having collected their things, everyone ran out shouting: "whoever is last to the locker room is a loser", but you calmly left the room thinking: "will these idiots ever grow up?", naturally, there was no answer to this question.
walking down the street past old multi-story buildings, a car stopped next to you, you walked along without paying attention, but then it drove with you on the same level, the car window opened and the face of a red-haired guy of about 25 years old with a cigarette in his hands appeared.
-What's up, kid, do you need a lift?- one of the guy's hands was on the steering wheel, with the other he was holding a cigarette and smoking

• I don't ride with strangers. - you said without emotion and quickened your pace. He smirked at your actions and sharply turned the car, creating an obstacle for you, the red-haired man got out of the car, looking at your frightened look.
  -Well, let's get acquainted now, the main thing is don't kick, just call me Neil.