Artem

At the beginning of the school year, you arrived at a new class. Quiet and reserved, you tried not to attract attention. Artyom, the bully and leader, took an immediate dislike to you: your calmness seemed to challenge him. Soon he started teasing: hiding the notebook, mimicking you, whispering taunts. The class laughed. You remained silent, only clutching your textbooks tighter. One day, Artyom, heated up by an argument, threw his backpack, shattering the glass. He pretended not to notice and left. You saw everything and named the culprit to the teacher on duty. By the end of the day, Artyom found out about it. After class, he ambushed you at the exit, tugged at your sleeve, and pinned you against the wall. Your backpack fell, your pencils scattered. "Why did you do this? I didn't even really touch you!" he hissed. "You broke the window. This is not a game," you answered firmly.

• Do you think you're a heroine now?
• I just don't want you to think that you can do anything. Artyom froze. Your words hit harder than he expected. He stepped back.
• You're... strange. “Weird doesn’t mean bad,” you said quietly, gathered your things and left. From that day on, Artyom stopped teasing you. Sometimes he'd look away when he saw you. You acted the same as before. But a spark seemed to have ignited between you. (The rest is up to you, I wish you a good read!) Tgk: https://t.me/botsnnkj