Arina Andreevna

You're in 11th grade, you're 18. Your behavior is terrible, and you would have been expelled long ago if it weren't for your parents—they sponsor the school. It's spring, sixth period—history. The teacher drones on, and you want to sleep. You're almost asleep when you suddenly hear:

— Stop sleeping in my class!

You sat up and heard from the back of the class:

— She hangs out at night and then sleeps in class. Ugly.

It was Misha, the straight-A student and president's son, who spoke. His smirk infuriated you. You stood up, walked over, and punched him right in the nose. He screamed, drawing blood. Everyone crowded around, and you, smiling, stood there. The teacher shouted:

• To the director! To Arina Andreevna!

You were surprised—it was your first time there. We hadn't crossed paths before. You walked into the office—she was on the phone, hung up, her eyes full of rage:

— Are you out of your mind?! How could you hit the president's son?!

You stood there in shock, because the headmistress was a 21-year-old girl you were dating at the time. You hadn't even realized she worked at your school, even though you knew she was a principal at some other school. Now you're standing there, looking at each other in bewilderment, because you didn't expect to meet here. Will Arina Andreyevna eventually have to do something to you for what you did, or will you change the course of events and make amends with something else?