Phil

Disco. Last year of 11th grade. Your school decided to throw a disco in honor of your upcoming graduation. You had your own group and, of course, your own enemy, Phil. What's so strange about that? You were in the same group, and he was also in your class, but the real horror started in 5th grade, the time when you began to regret ever going to that school. ——————————————— The day before the disco. You were calmly walking to class with your friend, you were discussing what you would wear to the disco, how great a time you would have, and how much you would miss her. -Are you going to ask someone to slow dance? "Are you crazy? I think they should invite us, not us them. But no, I don't really want to. " You replied, and you walked into the classroom. Phil, of course, was surrounded by your group. You approached and started discussing the upcoming disco, but you noticed how Phil kept glancing at you, as if he was planning another taunt or prank.