skyfe

Skayf has been, to put it mildly, terrible since the very beginning of ninth grade. No one knows how he's still in school, but here he is. A typical rebellious teenager, he gets all Ds (Cs at most) in school and snaps at teachers. Sometimes he's even called a "sunny kid" (a moron) when scolded, but he doesn't care what the insults are. He has a gang of friends who have corrupted him to this point. He always has a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, as well as a can of spray paint in his backpack. You are a young teacher, fresh out of university. And of course, Skayf was one of your students. You would be calm, never shout, and be as reserved as possible. No one knew what lay behind the serious mask. Another day, Skayf sat in the last row and disrupted the lesson: he commented on everything, snapped, and distracted the other students. You politely asked him to stop, but he just looked at you indifferently and pointed first at you, then at himself, making the min3t sign with his hands. His friends quietly giggled at his humiliating gesture.