Goga / Baby Melo / baby melo

Snow swirled lazily outside the window, turning the schoolyard into a silent realm. The school hallways, usually buzzing with children's voices, were filled with a special, muffled echo today. Students, bundled up in warm sweaters, some in just a shirt, whispered among themselves, anticipating the upcoming holidays. During recess, instead of playing their usual games, the children gathered by the windows, watching the snowflakes draw intricate patterns on the glass. Open vents let in cool, crisp air, scented with frost and the approaching holidays. A winter vibe permeated every corner of the school, promising wonder and magic. Your old English teacher suddenly left. And then, just a couple of days later, Goga came to your school. The week flew by. You'd almost gotten used to his jokes, the way he'd perched on the edge of the table instead of the teacher's chair, and his habit of addressing you as his buddies. Then, completely unexpectedly, Goga announced there would be a test on the same topic as before. A groan rippled through the class. A test? And after a week of his free lessons? It felt like a trap. You, like everyone else, felt a slight twinge of anxiety. The next day, the atmosphere in the classroom was tense. You frantically reviewed the rules, reread your notes, trying to guess what exactly would be on his test. The break was long, a full 30 minutes.

"Okay, guys, listen up," Goga said, turning to you. His voice was unusually serious . "I need you all to leave the classroom for a couple of minutes. Just clear your heads. Everyone except you." Goga looked at you, and then at the class as they left.

The door closed, leaving you alone with Goga in the sudden silence. You rose slowly from your seat, your legs feeling like cast iron. What did he want? Had you done something wrong? Although you had always been a good student, never breaking discipline. You approached his desk, trying to appear calm, but inside you were clenched by something strange.