The Guide

This day must have ended a little differently: with unbridled fun:a game of beer-pong or truth or dare; a crazy act: we could easily fill up with paired tattoos, especially since we had been thinking about this idea for a long time; or it could not end at all and last until the morning...After all, this happens once in a lifetime and we will never again have the opportunity to experience the same emotions as today...We understand that we will never repeat this moment again... but what we decided to do is really worth it. After all, we're standing right here and right now...Five promising guys...Five grateful, grieving children...We're standing on the Granary Burying Ground and we don't regret the least bit that we decided to take the time to come here and pay our respects... Sorry, we probably got off to the wrong start, I'm Jacob. You'll hear about me again and again, but for now, let's get this story straight and start from the beginning… The corridor of the high school. The bell rings. The most commotion begins. Someone is late for a lesson, someone is not even going to go to it and wanders around in search of a place to hide from the director. Here are the local divas coming out of their favorite meeting place:the toilet. I never understood what could be so attractive in the school bathroom that our celebrities go there for meetings?! Or is there something I do not know, and in the few months I have been at the competition, they have done a major renovation and now they have their own pink lair with a bunch of plush trinkets and all sorts of unnecessary things? No, nothing has changed at all. After all, I remembered how just at the last recess we pushed some school geezer into this toilet and how it seemed to me that the situation in this monastery had not changed in any way. Then I still do not understand the reasons for the constant meetings in this very unattractive place. Whether it is our lovely locker room, that is where you can arrange a conference or a date. Oh, and here comes the local nerd, not even in a hurry...Ah, but he has a lifetime exemption from lessons for his many merits. If I were him, I would forget about school and never go back to it...But no, in addition to attending all the classes, he also passes tests, which he was kindly allowed not to pass...But what is really annoying,his many books, every waking second, minute, break, he reads this crap. A kind of bookworm, ugh, an abomination... I do not know what this beauty sees in him...People say that this nerd and this model are a couple, but this fact does not fit in my head...it just cannot be true. Here we are, the English classroom. My friend Nicola and I went into. - Hey, people. -Hey, everyone, huh, except you stupid piece of s**t, - Nicola said to our nerd. Well, meet my friend Nicola Turner. Cool guy, we play soccer together. He's my best friend, but he's never learned how to hide his envy. The fact is that as the captain of the football team, all the girls hang themselves on me, and not only because of this, I have an extraordinary appearance, according to one of our school beauties:Margaret, but more on that later. But I do look pretty good. For a better understanding, I'm quite tall, I have black hair and silver-gray eyes, well, where can I go without muscles. And my bro, he never attracted the attention of girls because of his red hair and ordinary hazel eyes. -Look at you, you dumb-ass fucker, you're not even worth Sebastian's finger, - Elizabeth said. Elizabeth Ford-yes, the girl I was talking about in the beginning. It was a surprise to the whole school when we figured out that this beauty is friends with this nerd - Sebastian Dickinson, the only one who maintains friendly relations with him, helps and protects from idiots like us. Honestly, sometimes I wouldn't mind being in his shoes myself. Oh, Elizabeth, what are you doing to our hearts? Sebastian. As you already understood, the nerd of all nerds, but so beautiful. To some extent, I understand Elizabeth, before a guy with such an appearance, not everyone can resist. Not every guy has natural ash-blonde hair and turquoise eyes. These f*****g damn deep turquoise eyes… Oh, something has taken me wrong, let's continue. -What's that? Why are you defending him? Just a regular d**k of nothing. -You're not even worth his s**t, you i***t!, - Eli retorted. -Yeah, you’d shut up! And that's all you can do, grind heresy with your cakehole with only sawdust in your head, - came a voice from the back. At this point, Nicola could not stand it, although he was too quick-tempered, this time he held on as best he could, but the punks from the last desks began to allow themselves too much and Nic decided to put them on their place. I did not start this conflict, but because of the restless Nic, I had to stand up and help. I am not particularly conflicted, yes, there are outbursts of anger and I find a weak kid to mock, but so ... no…never. Nicola attacked the guy in the back row, I think it was Albert. Why do I think so? Because he had an absolutely identical twin brother, Brendon. We call him Brad, by the way. Yes, yes, we know it's a completely different name, but who cares, right? Moreover, the rules and rhythm of this school are set by us, so… A moment later, Albert was lying on the floor, unconscious. At that moment, Brendon came in . -Al! Al! Someone call an ambulance! Faster! -Serves you right,-Nicola spat at Albert,-you'll be less open-mouthed! -You're a complete freak!,-said Elizabeth, gave Nicola a slap in the face and went to dial the emergency room. While Albert was still unconscious, Brendon was monitoring his pulse, and Nicola was recovering from a slap in the face, the three of us "M-team" entered the classroom. Why M? Now find out. -Oh, poor baby is suffering...again...That our "abusive" relationship wasn't enough and you decided to start a new one? I'm willing to bet that your new chosen one is not her at all, but him, no wonder your parents called you Nicola, asshole!,-Marge said as soon as she saw Nicola. The bottom line was that Marge Young was Nicola's ex-girlfriend. The former, the first, the only, and I think the last. He had left her cruelly, without sparing her feelings..Although what is there to spare, they are so stone, nothing can take it. Well, the reason he broke up with her was because she was too abusive. Nicola was something of a tough guy at school, but he had a strange hobby-he was fond of makeup and liked to come up with images...stuff in particular of women's clothing(no wonder Marge thinks he's gay) Marge did not share his preferences and always forbade him to do it, once even went so far as to just throw all his makeup and clothes in the trash can. She was ashamed of what he did, she thought people like him were the scum of society. They have borne a strong grudge against each other and now take revenge on each other at every opportunity. Nicola could not ignore the remark made in his direction: -I'm doing better on the personal front than you are, at least! Who wants to suck with a soulless doll unable to think outside of the box?! - You called her stupid?,-Maureen said, and hit him with the bag as hard as she could, sending sparks flying out of his eyes. But he was a tough nut to crack, so the blow didn't do him any particular harm and he remained conscious. Maurin Garcia-sultry Latina, very cruel person, does not feel a sense of warmth to anything alive. When she was 5, she poked out her cat's eyes, a month later, when she had a hamster, she fed it poison for cockroaches and it died. She grew up with her father, because her mother was a prostitute and always disappeared with men. Her father encouraged her antics, because the corpses of his daughter's pets became his new trophies, he was a poacher. It's not uncommon for Maurin to be physically abusive. No one talks about it, but she once killed one of the students at our school. Why isn't she behind bars, you might ask? Because Margaret Bosworth bought her off, or rather her dad is a big shot. Margaret is the most important girl in the famous trinity. A debauched girl, changes guys like gloves, which is not particularly surprising. No one can resist such beauty. She even appeared on the cover of Playboy once. Like I said, her dad is a big shot. I think you know what I mean. - Maureen! Stop it! Remember, if you kill a man, I'm not going to buy you off again!,- said Margaret. -I'm sorry, but you know I can't stick my tongue up my ass when you're insulted. -I think Marge will deal with her ex on her own. Then the black-haired, green-eyed model saw me, snapped her fingers, and the three of them moved toward me. - Oh, hi..Jay ... ah...what are you doing here? Oh, stupid...You also have English ... - Well, yes, we have been studying in the same group for six months -Oh, that's right..,-Margaret hesitated,- Uhm...Look, don't make yourself blush, I know you're probably not used to girls like me talking to you,-she selflessly straightened a lock of her hair,-but what do you think about hanging out with me? Oh, I don't even need an answer, I can see that you want me.,-she closed her lips for a kiss. -Piss off, w***e. I don't want to get chlamydia or any of that s**t from you. And the female attention is enough for me,-I said, and I shoved her away so hard that she landed on the floor in front of me. Surprisingly, she didn't make a scene, but stood up calmly, dusted herself off, and said: -Hmmm..well...okay...think about my offer..Bye. And M-team left the class, despite the beginning of the lesson. By the way, it's been 15 minutes, the teacher is still not here.. - Hello, guys. I'm your substitute teacher. My name is Lloyd Francis,-a handsome man with curly white hair and numerous freckles on his dark skin exclaimed as he appeared in the doorway. -Hah, what are you doing here, you old n****r,-Nicola said, and was hit with a heavy anatomy textbook. Anatomy, which Phyllis had only recently begun to cram. Phyllis Addington could have been a doctor of science long ago and had a million college degrees, but her parents forbid her to leave school early, justifying their ban with the desire to ensure Phyllis "a happy childhood." However, apart from the fact that Phyllis is studying all day, her parents burdened her duty to sit with the kids, and please note, all 7 of them, among them three children, who is barely 3. Despite the fact that our chocolate Barbie is not possible to obtain a degree at University, she has a reputation among students in our school and many teachers, some of whom even consult with her about lessons and materials. -It's an honor to be your student, Mr. Francis. I've heard a lot about you,-Phyllis said, like a class leader. -Nice to meet you, Miss... -Phyllis! Just Phyllis. Mr. Francis smiled sweetly and looked around the room, putting the pencil he was holding behind his ear. -Well, guys. To be honest, I've been watching you all through recess and I've discovered... -What could you possibly have discovered, with your own eyesight,-Nicola interrupted, turning to look at the guys sitting nearby for support. Mr. Francis did not react to this rudeness, he unceremoniously took out his glasses from his pocket and put them on, continued: -That's what I found. I have discovered, in particular, your,- he pointed at Nicola,-inability to behave properly in society. Yes, you know, we used to be like that, too...,-the professor froze in thought. -We'd like to know more,-Elizabeth said. Professor Francis rubbed his head against the haze of memory and said: -I'm not sure…I don't think we should discuss my past in such a tense school environment. How do you look at an informal evening? After school club? -We don't mind hanging out with you, Mr. Francis, but we don't have any money,-I said with a grin. -Don't worry, I'll take care of that. I'll see you all at Pizza ltd. tomorrow, at 3 o'clock after school. - Mr. Francis, we have a couple of English classes ending at 14: 50. - Fine, so we'll go for a walk together. By the way, a huge request to inform everyone who is absent today about our meeting, it is quite important. -Those who are absent today never miss the game. -Very nice. Well, it was an introductory lesson, there are 30 minutes left until the end, if you don't have any more lessons, you can be free. - You. Seriously. Are you serious?!,-Brandon asked in a surprise. -Yes, you can go. I understand perfectly well that you are all very busy people and you have a lot of things to do, so you can be free. All the kids cheered, gathered up their briefcases, and left the classroom. -Good-bye, Mr. Francis.Thank you very much!,-said Phyllis -I'm starting to like our new one...guide,-I left the classroom.