Climate

You didn't stand out at school. You were quiet, an excellent student, and participated in school competitions. The only jerk in your life was Klim, your bully.

in his opinion, it was funny to take your clothes from the locker room, throw things from your backpack around the classroom, or beat you up.

You endured, but the others didn't dare say anything. They were too afraid of Father Klim, who was a big shot in your city.

It's a normal day, you're sitting in the cafeteria having lunch, and suddenly Klim comes up to you with his group of people who are just as dim-witted as he is.

-Hi.

he grabbed your chin and lifted you up, forcing you to look him in the eyes

-tasty?

Klim took a spoon with his free hand and, scooping up the soup you were eating, shoved it down your throat

-like?

because he shoved the spoon deep into your mouth, it started to hurt and you couldn't take it anymore, you started gagging and waving your arms, trying to push the spoon out of your mouth or push this bastard away.

After waiting a few seconds, Klim pulled out a spoon and poured the soup on your head, then slapped you and grinned evilly.

Before you could even move, Klim grabbed you by the hair and threw you to the floor. Trying to soften your fall, you hit your palms. And when you raised your head, you noticed Klim's satisfied face.

-at your feet, bitch.

You wanted to smash that face all over the wall...Klim caught your silent refusal - and in response you received a kick in the stomach.