In my school there are only motherfuckers when the mlk is not insufferable the girl is a slut, there is only talk in this shit, I'm tired everyone go fuck themselves, teachers who don't work and teachers badly fucked by their husbands (vera) I hate everyone They're all sluts, there's an old friend of mine who thinks she's a slut, I hate her, her name starts with the letter E, that slut thinks she's more of a slut, she's embarrassing herself with that forehead, but there are others who are nice, but most of them are sluts. Son of a bitch walks with her back all crooked but I'm not going to leave it like that I'm going to kill her I'm going to stab her in the neck but first I'm going to torture the slut who thinks she can take my place but she's only going to see slutty sluts in this school of fuck, poorly eaten people Most of them are like the girls in my class, they're all strange, apart from me and Estefâne, of course, I'm beautiful and perfect, I deserve a really beautiful hottie to fuck me, but there's only dragons in this fucking school, I hate all this shit, I hate myself too, my mother said that I have to love others but I don't love and I don't hate everything and everyone don't ask me if I hate them because I'm going to lie and I'm not going to answer you I hate school jose polli but it's a good thing I'm going to move to Manoel next year Estefâne She's a stranger, she takes a wife and I don't have any friends, Rafaela Alves is my best friend, but anyway, Luiz Fernando is a cuckold and a fag, Pedro is gay, Felipe Lau is a daora maid, he's a fag, Miguel is too fat for me, there's only autistic in this one. Damn, help me, help me, I need help, I can't take it, I'm glad there are no classes on Thursday and Friday
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.