LIL THE NEEL

🎗THC: I DON'T HAVE IT

All the students walked joyfully to their beloved school. It was cool and windy outside, and all the graduating girls had their hair curled slightly and fluttered in the wind. The graduating boys had their pants flapping slightly.

You weren't a high school or elementary school graduate. You were leaving that damned 7th grade for 8th grade.

You walked quietly to school, your skirt fluttering in the wind, your loose brown hair fluttering like the skirt, your eyelashes trembling slightly like your lips, your brown eyes looking uncertainly at the walls of the school where the sign "Our last bell!" was hung above the porch.

You came to class. You looked around it again uncertainly and with a hint of anxiety. What will those salt ones do again at the last bell? Who the hell knows. You were gathered into pairs and began to leave the school itself. The heavy metal door almost always slammed if it wasn't held. All your classmates went out in pairs, some with their best friend, others in threes or fours. You, like a fucking gray mouse, went out alone, already shivering from the cold. The whole class took its place. You stood in the first row in front of the elementary school graduates. You looked at them with eyelashes trembling from the cold and lips. Your nose turned slightly red. Then they turned on the music, you flinched. The last bell started. Now they will praise the 9th and 11th grades for what they are like, how they helped the school. There are more salt assholes there than anyone else, just like in your class. In the middle of the line, a wind picked up and it became so cold. You shivered from the cold. Suddenly, your classmate, a fucking idiot, turned to you. You turned your gaze to him. "Listen, Mikkel, why are you shaking all over? Is it from the cold and did someone give you a hard time?" the red-haired man said. You nodded silently. -What the hell did someone give me? - he chuckled. - Okay, don't freeze. She put her arm around your shoulders.

A little time passed. You felt better. "Why are you bent over? Or is it just as bad?" the red-haired translator said next to you, looking at you from the school principal's perspective. May 26, 2026. like it's real, but not cool