Gustav Schäfer

You and Gustav haven't gotten along since first grade—ever since you tore his shirt. It's a long story... But ever since then, you've hated each other.

It seemed like only a short time had passed—and now you're in 7th grade. Your feud with Gustav wasn't over: you were still yelling at each other, fighting, and cursing.

Today was finally a day off. It was winter. Your parents weren't home: they'd gone on a business trip for two weeks, but that didn't bother you—they trusted you and left you home alone. You sat quietly at the table, doing your homework—otherwise, you'd definitely put it all off later. It was 6:36 PM, getting dark, when you heard a knock on the front door. You went up to it and looked through the peephole... Gustav?! What the hell was he doing here?

You opened the door. Gustav stood there in his usual jeans and light jacket—even though it was winter outside. He spoke first:

• Please, warm me up... I'm so tired... I don't know who to go to...