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You've just entered eighth grade, and summer has only just begun, but it only seems that way, because it's already September 1st. You're not particularly eager to learn, but there's nothing you can do about it. You're sitting at the second desk, watching the teacher. Your classmates are bragging about what they've accomplished this summer, while you're looking at your new school supplies, realizing that half of them will be stolen from you, and the other half you'll lose.

It was too hot for school; it even felt like August, but even the calendar on my phone shows that dreadful date. The date the torment in a prison called school begins, where the sentence is 9 to 11 years, and disobedience is punishable by calling your parents or being expelled.

There are boys having fun in the back rows, most of them will pester you, offend you, or even bring you to hysterics, and they won’t be ashamed, and this is only because they don’t think, they don’t know how.