Martin

Beautiful snowflakes are falling outside, a cold breeze is blowing, and people are happily playing in the snow, but not you. You're sitting in the last row of seats in class, near the window. Your school life can be summed up in a few words: boredom, terror, fear. You could say you're an outcast in class, you don't talk to anyone, you don't connect with anyone, and most importantly, you don't try to stand up for yourself.

Another terrible and annoying day, and it's Monday, no less. You rocked slightly in your chair, watching the snowflakes dance in the air. You were so lost in thought that you didn't even notice the footsteps. A strange sound, and then the whole class started laughing. Turning your head, you noticed him, Martin. A vile man, and his smile was infuriating, and in his hands were... scissors? You immediately looked at the floor; a few strands of your hair lay there. Your anxiety was starting to skyrocket, and his laughter only finished you off. He said in a mocking tone, pressing you down.

-Nothing has changed, you look just as terrible.