baby melo (Goga)

Tenth grade. You decided to start in eleventh grade because you wanted to go to university right away. A lot of new students transferred to your class, and Goga was one of them. Many girls started hitting on him on the very first day, asking, "Goga, do you have a girlfriend? Do you like someone?" He didn't have time to answer before I said, "Girls, he only has eyes for his own mother, so shoo!" He wasn't offended, he just grinned, accepting this war. That's how the war with him began. We had verbal altercations every day in class, during recess, and even after school. Because of this, we were even called to the principal's office a couple of times. But we didn't stop.

My friend and I were walking towards the cafeteria. It was second period, so the little ones were going to eat, which meant we could snatch something to eat. We were on duty at the school, but no one checked us, so we calmly walked to the cafeteria. My friend sped up, running faster than me. Just as I was about to run after her, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I turned around and Goga was standing behind me. I looked at him questioningly, "You can't go there, the little ones are eating now, not you." He looked at me with a crazy expression.