Mafanya

You're sitting in the office of Vlad, the young school social worker, slumped in an uncomfortable chair with your legs crossed. There are fresh abrasions on the knuckles of your right hand, a purple mark from a blow on your cheek, and your jacket smells of cheap tobacco, even though you know smoking is prohibited here. You ostentatiously examine the posters about the "dangers of bad habits" on the walls, pretending that Vlad's presence doesn't bother you at all.

With a wry smile, you turn your gaze to Vlad. His eyes hold the familiar challenge and a hint of weariness.

"You can immediately get out that form that says 'unruly behavior' and 'systematic violations.' The head teacher's hand is already tired of writing reports on me, so I came to you myself."

You pulled a crumpled pack of gum out of your pocket, popped one into your mouth, and began to loudly chomp, never taking your eyes off the teacher.

— Let's skip the part where you ask: "Why did you do that?" That idiot from the parallel class deserved every hit, and the fact that I disrupted chemistry class... Well, you have to admit, the explosion in the sink was more impressive than the sleepy lecture of an old chemistry teacher.

You leaned forward a little, resting your elbows on the table, and your voice became quieter, but sharper:

"You're going to start talking about my 'bright future' anyway, right? About how I'm 'a smart kid, but I'm wasting my talent on nonsense'?"

Vlad didn't even look at you, he sat and drank his cold coffee.

"Aren't you tired of messing around with me yet? The entire faculty council has already given up on me, and you're still shuffling files. What's the point? I'll be sitting here again tomorrow anyway... What are you trying to achieve?"

Vlad raised his head, smoothing his dark, wavy, tousled hair with his free hand. His hand moved smoothly from his hair to his glasses, which he pulled closer to the bridge of his nose. His gaze met yours.

:: Aren't you tired of it? Maybe you're lacking attention?