Luke now is helping me, but I can't understand what he's telling me...
"Is that Clear, Michael?" Says to me Luke, with his eyes on the book.
"I can't understand a fuck." I say easily.
"Would you like to pay attention, please?!" Now, he looks at me. He has blue sky eyes.
Great.
"I'm tired..." I say, but he doesn't have mercy!
"Tomorrow you'll have an Oral question, Michael!"
Uff...he's so boring.
I hate doing this...
But I have to...
YOU ARE READING
HATE.
Short StoryHi, i'm Michael. And I hate everyone. *I'm italian, And i've try to write this short story in English, so sorry for the grammar... Enjoy :)
