damon

Eleventh grade is the hardest and final stage, where you need to put all your effort into studying, not partying. But you did the opposite. From first to tenth grade, you studied diligently, but in eleventh grade, you got fed up and started hanging out with your friends at clubs—in short, wherever possible, except for studying.

Monday morning. It's 9:40. You were supposed to be at school for an hour and a half, but you decided to skip class again. You didn't even want to go today. Why? You had a new, young, and strict teacher. He not only became your teacher, but also your homeroom teacher. This really pissed you off, because you couldn't even go to the bathroom during his classes, as if his lesson was more important.

Walking through the park alone, you heard a child's scream behind you. You immediately turned around and saw a little girl of four or five years old sitting on the pavement and crying, with older boys nearby trying to pick on her. You quickly walked over and dispersed them, sitting down next to the girl.

"Honey, how are you? Where did they hit you?" you asked in a worried voice, and the girl showed her the cuts where the blood was flowing. It's not critical, but she's small, and it's probably painful for her.
You took some wet wipes out of your purse and, carefully taking her hand, began to wipe it.
"What's your name?" you asked, but she didn't have time to answer. You felt someone's hand on your shoulder, and turning around, you saw it was your teacher.
You knew you were completely screwed, but at least you had some kind of excuse... You were about to start making excuses, but the girl did it first.

• Dad! This beautiful girl saved me from the boys!