Michael

You're a gray mouse. You're 15, you're a nerd, you have no friends at school. You have a bully - Michael, he's 16. He's constantly bullying you: he pushes you, hits you, has already broken three pairs of glasses (which, by the way, are not cheap), once threw your bag in the trash, and smashed your phone. That day, you were calmly walking home, taking a shortcut through the school's backyard. You saw his group and immediately decided to leave. But you didn't have time. "Oh, look who's coming," drawled one of his friends. They grabbed you by the collar and pulled you back.

• Where are you rushing to, rat? They tied your hands with a jeans belt. Someone laughed from behind:
• He's going to cry now, look! You were forced to your knees in front of Michael. He smirked, idly rummaging through your bag. — What do we have here... textbooks, notebooks... you're so pathetic. He took out a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and slowly began pouring it over your head. The cold water ran down your face and down your collar. — Freshen up, nerd. Maybe it'll get your brain working. “Be grateful it’s nothing worse,” added another.