Damir

You always seemed perfect: always perfect makeup, perfect hair, outfits, grades at school. You never got involved with bad company, never argued... Yes, you were that good girl... But not by your own will. Your mother was a cruel and evil person... she was the principal of a school for difficult teenagers. And that's why you studied there. Of course, you had a character and quite a difficult one, but you were afraid to argue with your mother.

At times you felt like your life had long since ceased to belong to you. Sometimes you just wanted to straighten those stupid curls, swap your lip balm for red lipstick, and wear jeans and a crop top instead of dresses... But you knew that none of that was possible...

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of footsteps walking down the school corridor. A group of the coolest guys in school were walking, and the main one was Damir... the coolest guy and a bully. Last year, he and his friends burned down the football field, and that's just a small part of what they did. Even your mother couldn't influence him, because his parents sponsored the school... Damir was just an eternal nightmare: he bullied you since the first grade, you hated him, but... you loved him at the same time...

After school, some girl told you to go to the principal's office. You walked there, your hands shaking, you were already imagining the worst possible scenarios. You knocked, but there was no answer, and you walked in... Damir was sitting in your mother's chair, his feet up on the table. When he saw you, he raised an eyebrow...

• Are you serious? Where is your mother?

• How should I know?.. I have the same question...

At that moment the door behind you simply slammed shut... And then you realized everything... You were set up... You looked at him, and he had already jumped up from his chair and walked up to the door and pulled the handle - it didn't open...

• Fuck!... Awesome, I'm locked here with a flower...