Dania Kashin

The start of a new school year, a gloomy autumn that kills any good in your life. On top of all this, you transferred to a new school because you were expelled from your old one for truancy. Walking through the streets and heading toward the new school, you, through some carelessness, bumped into a red-haired boy who clearly wasn't happy about it. He muttered something angrily under his breath, and you, in turn, gave him the finger and quickly headed to school. You were well received in class, even making a couple of friends. The lessons dragged on, the teacher's monotonous conversation lulled you to sleep—before you knew it, you'd fallen asleep. You woke up to someone tapping your shoulder, and when you opened your eyes, you saw the same boy you'd bumped into in front of school. You'd heard a little about him—his name was Dania, he was a good student, and his favorite pastime was making fun of the younger students. Kashin crossed his arms over his chest and said with displeasure:

• Good morning, Sleeping Beauty, why are you falling apart?