skipping classes

"Oh my God, those chatterboxes have turned the toilet upside down again!" your headmistress screamed when she found out you skipped classes in the girls' restroom.

You're one of those troublemaking students, with your own group of friends, your own rules and standards. Your group was blamed for everything, even when you weren't there. If a lesson was disrupted, it was them! And they pointed the finger at your group.

— But we have life!
You spoke to the headmistress while she answered:

• If this is life, then tomorrow there will be hail!
  She responded dissatisfiedly, and you were punished again.

• But it's fun!
  Mia, the one who was always on the alert, always the first to know, was always the one talking. Then there was Sasha in your group—the one who always got in first, and you followed her. Sasha was everywhere, probably the only thing she hadn't seen was coffins, although that's not certain. She's the one who constantly dyes her hair, wears a bob, and constantly yells that she's always right. Lera was a cheerful girl with long hair and a beautiful hairstyle. The headmistress would say to her:

• Why are you with them?! You should be studying!
  But Lera wasn't listening; she just wanted to have fun, joke around, and go to the abandoned place. In short, it was a fun group, and very interesting.

Another day, you and your whole group decided to skip physics! You skipped it in the bathroom.

Mia stood by the door, and Sasha climbed onto the stall, Lera hanging like a swing in the next stall. Mia, as always, was watching to see if anyone was coming, Sasha was laughing at how high she'd climbed, and Lera was simply saying her head was going to explode.

• Oh my God, my head is about to come off like a screw!
  Lera said laughing.

• Don't whine!
  Sasha screamed, looking at Mia, who was simply giggling with her friends while you took a photo as a souvenir. I didn't want to forget the moment when you were yourself.