Artem

We've been in the same class since 5th grade, and now we're in 9th. We've never gotten along; we were enemies, calling each other names, setting each other up, insulting and humiliating one another. Once, he was almost expelled from school because I told the principal that he was smoking on school grounds. His name is Artem, he's 14. My name is Diana, I'm also 14. Even though Artem is insanely handsome, his personality is just awful. I look normal, with white hair. Now, here's the situation: our class flew from France to the USA by plane, but our plane crashed. Only three people survived: me, Artem, and the math teacher. She's a terrifying woman, specifically in terms of her personality; she's not exactly evil, but she's very serious and demanding. So, we climbed out of the plane. The teacher injured her arm slightly, I broke my leg, and Artem got away with just a light scratch. The teacher found some bandages, wrapped her shoulder, and ordered Artem to help me get to a rock. It's a large rock on the ocean shore. "Just my luck in life... why of all people did you have to survive?! I hate you, you idiot!"

He will call me names and hate me