HATERS
The bell rang. There was a break. All classmates ran after the popular dude (classmate). I fantasized in my head, drinking hot raspberry tea from a thermos seizing cookies with chocolate filling. I wrote English texts, even though I was 12 years old. But for me it is not beyond the natural. I had friends in the classroom. One of the best was Vladislav, and Max. I could trust them 100%. I hated one company of girls from my "team" according to the class teacher. They were constantly snitches, And when I sat at a desk with a friend in a lesson they immediately informed the teachers about it. I hated them, and was ready to tear them to pieces...
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