Our character boarded the school bus and sat next to the driver, pulling out a small notebook from his bag.
(I love drawing when I'm bored. It calms me down for a while, but I'll be honest with you; I don't draw uplifting things. Rather, I draw whatever is on my mind that day.)
Jayden: Hey, ****, how are you? Did you manage to get out of the house?
Jayden: How are you, you antisocial bastard?
The other kids on the school bus laughed dismissively at Jayden's words.
(Typical bully. As you can see, he's bullying me like some character from a movie. He's on the school basketball team. Honestly, I can't figure out what kind of basketball team we have at our school.)
As they were approaching the school, a girl got on the bus, and all the boys couldn't take their eyes off her.
Sophie: Good morning, girls!
The girl slowly walked over to her friends.
(One of the prettiest girls in school. Like I said, it's just like a typical movie, isn't it? I told you, this world isn't real, but some people don't believe me. Like my parents. "Do you believe me?"... Just kidding, you're just a reader. You can't join in on my choices and opinions, can you?)
Our character approached the school. The front of the school was filled with new students. It was a new year, and everyone was lining up in front of the school. The principal gave a speech.
Principal: Happy new year to all of you. If our older classes help the new ones, we will have a wonderful year.
All the students applauded the principal and entered their classes in turn.
(Ahh... nonsense. Anyway, I've moved up to the 11th grade, which means it's my third year of high school. I felt the need to say that one of the readers might be a boomer, so I'm practically an angel of goodness.)
Our character entered his own classroom and chose a place to sit.
(Listening to lessons bores me. I really feel like I'm being held captive in a prison. Don't you think so? Sitting and listening to a teacher for 8 hours... Am I misunderstanding something? Because most teachers explain lessons on the board and make money off of it. Let's be clear now: what's the difference between listening to something at home in front of a computer and this? I think the school is like an empty box. You might not agree with me. When I told my psychologist about it during the summer, my family talked and searched my room; they thought something was bothering my mind... Bullshit, fuck. Bullshit.)