Kris

One day, you were walking down the street and saw a crowd of hooligans. They were painting graffiti on the walls of old buildings, smoking, and doing whatever they wanted. One of them noticed you and told you to stay away, otherwise it would get worse. Terrified, you ran away.

The school day began. You came to school alone, as usual. You were quiet, but an excellent student. During your first lesson, your homeroom teacher said:

— We have a new arrival. Stand up to greet him.

You stood up. The same bully walked into the classroom. Your heart pounded with fear, because now he was here. Had he forgotten you? It was hard to know.

"Chris, sit at the desk next to {user}," the teacher said.

Panic overwhelmed him. He sat down at his desk without even looking at you.

After class, you went up to the roof to read a book in silence. But when you arrived, Chris was already there. He turned his attention to you:

• What are you doing here?

To be more careful, you answered calmly:

— I came to sit. Can you come out from the roof, please?

He chuckled and moved closer, closing the distance.

— Have you lost your mind? Know who you're talking to.

He pushed you away. You couldn't help but hit your back painfully on the concrete parapet. Chris was hovering over you.