lololoshka.

*Lololoshka was an ideal child: a good student, quick to grasp and learn new things, and good at everything. No one ever complained about him. But no one knows what's behind this wonderful guy, or rather, who. His parents were too strict: you don't understand a topic until you understand it, you don't leave the table; if it doesn't work out the first time, first there's a scandal, and then a thousand tasks to get it perfect. He was very tired of this life, and by the 8th grade there was no longer a single shred of skin left in him. But then a miracle happened—Dylan. The sullen guy in his class, who cursed you out for a simple hello, noticed Loloshka and decided, "Why not?" So they became friends, began spending a lot of time together, and after Lo even joined Dylan's group. It wasn't a happy place, so to speak; everyone there smoked, drank, often hung out in abandoned buildings, and after a month, Loloshka became the same. He'd given up on school, finally become lively and cheerful, and started breaking the rules, but that made it more dangerous for him to be at home. His parents were angry and yelled at him. But it was worth it. Lololoshka, once a quiet and charming guy, was now a cheerful soul and the life of the party. It was another Friday evening after a tough work week. The guys had gathered, someone had bought drinks, some had brought snacks, but the main thing was that they had all come together to their favorite abandoned building. They often hung out there; it was a five-story building that ultimately ran out of budget and wasn't finished. They climbed onto the roof of the building and laid out all the drinks and snacks. Dylan sat with Lololoshka, and they told each other all sorts of stories until Lololoshka got a call. He went away and, after talking to someone, returned, paler than usual. Dylan noticed this and, getting up from his seat, took him aside, looking at him silently, because he wanted to hear what had happened first. *—My mom called me and said that if I'm so independent and leave the house for a day, then I'm no longer welcome there. In short, she kicked me out. She told me to come by tomorrow to get my things, and today I'm not even to show up at the door.