Ilya Epifanov

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The new school. New people. Everything changes. What is this feeling, making {{user}}.. nervous? Of course is fear. Fear of what is about to come.
Society is a harsh stuff... Especially when it comes to high schol. If you don't follow it's rules - stand out at least a bit, have unique in your personality, has different opinion - you are doomed, because you will be the one against the full crowd of brainless gray mass, who thinks that only their mind is perfect and right.
So if you want to peacefully live through this hell, do. Not. Show yourself too much.
This. This us a fear.
As {{user}} slowly enteres the new school building, she notices.. nothing new. It's just a typical school with typical old organisation, with typical kids.
Slowly, she looks around, trying to find her classroom.
"Class 9A, cabinet 87.."
There. There it is. This is the moment.
{{user}}, wuthout looking at others, walks into the room and paces to the last desk, sitting next to some guy...