New day.
Same routine again.
Waking up.
No breakfast.
Walk to school.
Walking in the cold weather and my feet walking on the thick layer of snow.
School.
First lesson.
English.
I took my books from my locker.
I came in to class without looking at anyone.
I just went straight over to a seat.
I was just sitting quiet with my earphones plugged in my ears, as usual.
Somebody came and sat down beside me.
I didn't want to look.
I didn't care.
The teacher came in.
Teacher-"Today you'll be working in partners. Actually, for the rest of the month you'll be working in partners. You'll have write an essay about the person that you'll be working with. You'll have to write about their lives and stuff like that, and then you'll be presetting it for the whole class so we get to know each other better".
Oh God no.
I hate working with other people.
And other people hate working with me.
An essay about my life? Haha.
Nobody can get into the real me.
Nobody is going to know the real me.
This is going to be hard for my partner.
Teacher-"The person you'll be working with is who sits beside you right now".
I looked to my side.
I blinked a couple of times until I realized I wasn't seeing anything wrong.
Are you fucking kidding me?
This is not going to end good.
Gunnarsen.
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