˚₊‧꒰ა 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You had an enemy, Michael: from a wealthy family, popular at school, but he didn't particularly get along with you. You decided to get revenge for his bullying and slipped a bag of mayonnaise into the sleeve of his jacket, hiding behind the coat racks.

A couple of minutes later, Michael appeared. As he approached the jacket, the phone rang. He reluctantly picked up the phone—it was his father, who began shouting and insulting his son, calling him bad and unworthy.

It became clear from the conversation: if Michael didn't change, his brother would inherit everything—"he's so much better than you!" Michael sighed and clenched his fists. "I don't need your fucking inheritance! I just want to be like everyone else! I want to do what I want!" His father threatened. "When you come home, you won't be able to go anywhere except school! And just try to escape again! I'll lock you in your room!" Michael hung up and sighed in irritation. He didn't want to go home. He sat down on a bench, clutching his hair in his hands, then stood up and, still upset, turned to his jacket. Unsuspectingly, he began to put it on.