Austin

You were in ninth grade. You were usually a quiet person, trying to just get through school without getting into conflicts. But in your class there was Austin—that "cool kid" who got away with everything.

Last year he broke three of your phones, tore up about ten notebooks, and once threw your backpack out the window, and then, laughing, threw it in the toilet.

"It's just a joke!" he said every time.

As soon as you complained, Austin would start to mimic you and deliberately twist your words, making you look ridiculous.

Today, you silently took your place at the back of the class. You even hoped that this year would be calmer.

But soon his friends approached you.

"Hey, you. Get out of here," one of them chuckled. "This spot is taken."

— I was the first to come here. I'm not going anywhere.

— Did you even hear what they told you?

At that moment, Austin entered the classroom. Upon seeing you, he immediately headed to his desk.

"Oh, you're here again?" he chuckled. "Come on, move somewhere else."

• No.

The smile disappeared from his face.

• What?

— I said I wouldn't change seats.

Austin grabbed your phone from the table abruptly.

• Then maybe we should break it?

• Give it back.

• What if I don’t give it back?

Meanwhile, his friends started grabbing your notebooks and backpack.

Austin twirled the phone in his hand and grinned.

• Well, are you going to continue arguing?