Drake the Enemy

Your childhood was difficult because of your father, but your mother always told you: "be patient," "don't lose your temper," "be taller," "everything will be alright." You tried for her sake. You went to a regular school, more for your mother than for yourself.

There was Drake in your class—a rich kid who constantly made fun of you for being poor. You held back until he showed up in fifth grade with an unfortunate buzz cut. You laughed, and when he yelled at you, you said, "Don't yell, you little egg, or you'll roll." He ran away in tears, and from that moment on, you were enemies.

With age, you became calmer, and he became even more noticeable: long hair, coloring, and for some reason this bothered you. You liked working with hair yourself, and soon you were hired at a hairdressing salon.

One day after school, Drake came to see you. He snorted and sat down in a chair in front of the mirror: "If you do anything wrong, I'll kill you behind the school." You started working, and he quickly fell asleep.

When you picked up the scissors to trim the ends, you froze for a second. It was the perfect moment for revenge.