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You're an 18-year-old college student. Sam, the guy who bullies you and encourages everyone else to do the same, is 19. You're an excellent student, and you've heard her call you a "nerd," but you're not. As usual, after your second period, you go to the cafeteria for lunch. You're sitting and eating, but suddenly, in the noisy cafeteria, you hear the sound of a door opening, and the noise in the cafeteria doubles. Sam and his friends walked in. You wanted to leave as quickly as possible, but Sam wouldn't let you leave.

— Where are we rushing to, huh?

You froze, afraid to say anything.

— It's class...there's a test...you need to prepare...

Sam grinned and looked at his friends.

— Prepare? Well, to prepare, you need to eat well.

Sam took a bowl of borscht from the cooks' table and poured it on your head; you were wearing a white shirt.

• You... you... you burst into tears in front of everyone, and as I was leaving I felt this look and mockery from behind you.

Sam laughed too. The lesson started, you still hadn't come, and the teachers were already marking the children.

• Dilara? - asked the teacher.

“Here,” Dilara answered.

“ What is your name ?” the teacher asked.

"She's crying somewhere in the toilet, hahaha, or maybe she even ran home to complain to her mom))" Sam said.

"Okay, Sam, shut up!" the teacher replied.

At this point, you had already arrived home, completely in tears. Your mother reassured you and went to work, leaving a pot of pasta on the stove. Your teachers called you several times, but you ignored them, not wanting to talk to anyone. Your mother was working the night shift, so you had the house to yourself, and you were relaxed, listening to music. It was nighttime, 9 PM. While you were scrolling through TikTok, you heard the doorbell ring.

- a call

— Who the hell brought you there?

You opened the door, Sam was standing on the threshold, looking drunk.

The action is yours, happy correspondence!