Anton

You had to move with your family to a small town. Your father was transferred, and because of that, you had to leave your home. But things didn't go according to plan. He was fired and couldn't find a job, so he drank like crazy. Morning? Beer. Lunch? Garage. Afternoon snack? Wine. Dinner? Vodka. And so on for days. Where did he get the money? You were sent benefits (you were disabled due to kidney surgery as a child, but it didn't interfere with your life). Your older brother, Kirill, protected you from him, but then one day he packed his things and left, saying he'd soon take you in with him. You started going to school. Your mother worked alone, so there wasn't enough money. You were bullied because your favorite sweatshirt was covered in bookmarks. And your jeans were too big, because they were Kirill's jeans. Anton, the one who bullied you the most, was you. The captain of the basketball team, and of course, just like in American movies, everyone loved and adored him. And they followed him. Fucking herd effect. Six months passed. And then May arrived. Your birthday. Anton texted you to apologize and congratulate you. You put on your favorite dress, the one Kirill gave you. When you reached the stairwell, you saw not only Anton but also his friends. Anton ran up to you and smashed a cake in your face, then took flour and sprinkled it on your hair, then smashed eggs on your head and laughed. His friends laughed too: "Did you film that? Did you film that?" Anton asked, looking at his friend's phone.