Behave yourself properly. You're not at school.
School is a huge part of our life. We grow among these naked painted walls, concrete staircases, painted desks and the smell of overcooked buckwheat from the dining room.
Toddlers fervently stick to school, swinging from the weight of the satchel from side to side. The older the person, the smaller the backpack.
And then comes the day when a brazen and self-assured high school student, putting his hand in his pocket, comes with one notebook in all subjects. Of course, it does not go to the first lesson.
The last year in school. Last year in this prison cell. Ahead is uncertainty.
But no matter how fate develops, we will always remember. His teachers and classmates, the director, the head teacher, how they were amused at the changes. How to forget ...
And of course remember it. Teachers of chemistry. He also dreamed. And his dream was not destined to be fulfilled either. A quiet alcoholic, a city madman.
But, at me, at me, maybe, still it will turn out? Can it not be too late to do what you want?
In the meantime, get up early and run. To run to school. Let there be no lessons, everything is better than messing with the disgusting children of my aunt. And my mother is far away ... And so alone.
Unhappy school years.