Black Valentine

Chat chat: Neiman: Hello everyone. Matt: Good evening. Sia: Hello. Shiki: Hai people. White: Hi. Neiman: How was everyone's day? The weather is generally awful. I'm soaked to the skin. Shiki: Today is not my day. In an alley, between 6 and 4 houses on Rainthorn Street, some gopniks pestered the schoolgirl. White: Yes, and I missed the date because of the weather. I stayed at home, now I don't know what to do with myself. Sia: I have been preparing for exams all evening. I think that even in good weather it would not come out. Neiman: So how did Shiki end up? Helped the girl. Matt: Sia, you need to spend more time with your friends. Shiki: Nope. Just walked by. And you White, as usual, run after the ladies? White: Heartless Shiki. Sia: I have no friends. Riley: Poor thing. Maclan: Neiman, what are you all about others, but about others? What were you doing? Neiman: I was at work. In general, as always. Riley: Oh, and I was at a party in Languver yesterday. Sia: You know how to get along with people quite easily. I can't do that. Riley: You just have to relax and be yourself. And you will definitely succeed. Let's go to Languver tomorrow at 23:00. A good party is planned there. Sia: No. Too late. My parents won't let me go. Riley: Eh, sorry. Well, I'm going to sleep. Enjoy your dreams, everyone. Maclan: Me too, bye. Matt: And me. Neiman: And I have to go. White: I'll go too. After 90 seconds, Sia: We were left alone. Shiki: Yeah, why aren't you coming? Sia: Yes, that's it. Thinking about the messages from Riley. Shiki: Never mind. She's an ordinary party girl. Sia: And you? Shiki: No, I avoid any movement. Sia: Great. Shiki: I wouldn't say. Okay, it's time to sleep. Spocky. Sia: Good night. Peep-peep. Everyone turned off their phones and the chat was closed. 2am. Chat communication. Black Valentine: Hello everyone! Who is there? Black Valentine: Hey... Black Valentine: Hmm... Black Valentine: Bye, bye! The chat has closed. Black Valentine went offline. A peaceful, calm and vibrant town called Kraimbel. Where every inhabitant is incredibly proud of his roots. Visitors always leave with the best emotions and memories, and the locals are greeted with kindness and love. At first glance, a heavenly place. "Welcome to Kraimbel. Mr. and Mrs. Hunting. This summer are you coming to visit us without children?" "Kindly Amanda, pack our luggage." "Yes, they have exams on their noses. They will arrive immediately after handing over." "Great." Everyone knows who it is and what contribution the family has made to the development of the city. They were among its founders. The last days of high school. Stacey found a pink envelope with hearts in her locker, and inside a note: "Gray mouse." Put it back. This was clearly not a compliment, in my opinion. Such a statement was received by those who did not fit into society and were extremely fragile, against the pressure of rich hyenas who were looking for any opportunity to humiliate and mock someone. "Whom do I see. Stacy Mason. What do you have? Let me see." Picked from the hands of the celebrity of the school, Laila Bernet. She took out a note and read it aloud. "Gray mouse." "Fuuuuu." A crowd of students standing in the hallway screamed loudly. "Well, there is nothing to be offended at, baby. To each his own. Blame your parents for making such a girl out of you." With all her mocking looks, she tried to offend me and bring me to tears. "Well, are you upset? Let me hug you." With the phone in her hands, she waved her hand, thus, as if by accident, lifting her skirt in front of the students. "Whoa." The people were surprised. "What are you doing?" Pushed Stacy away. "Ooh, does our mouse have fangs? Sorry, I just accidentally touched my hand. I did not want to offend you." Scott, the bitchy Bernet guy, walked by. And he looked at me with a grin. "Cool panties." "What?" "Oops, it happened by accident." Laila showed me her phone, where a photo of my underwear with my signature was posted on the network. “Panties of a gray mouse. #StacyMason." I could not endure such humiliation. I burst into tears and ran to the restroom. I was very unpleasant about this cruel mockery from my peers. "Check it out, dude." "Tin. Idiots." Jacob Owen didn't care at all. He did not react in any way to such a joke and calmly went to class. "Wait..." His neighbor and childhood friend, Chris, ran after him. Sob sob. Stacy bellowed softly on the toilet. "Who is there?" At the same time, a girl from a parallel class came in. Crazy Courtney Bowen. "I hope she scores on me and just walks by." Abruptly calming down and wiping away her tears, Mason said to herself, frightened of a new sneer. But it did not help. She broke into my door as if to her home. "Hello. Someone offended you? I heard crying." "Nope, you misunderstood it." "Wait, Stacy Mason from the parallel class. One of the best students in the school." "Yes. We studied in the same class until high school." "Yes? Not the point. Are you so upset because of that photo on **? Agree little pleasant." "Yeah, not even five minutes have passed, and everyone just does what they say about my panties." "Laila is still a rich b***h. Just give her a good fight and put her in place. Otherwise, this miss "I can do anything" will never leave you alone." "Eh, I would have your determination." "Come on, I'll show you how it should be." Courtney grabbed Stacy's arm and together they went to arrange a showdown in Bernet. "Hey, Bernet quickly deleted the photo." "Look who came to us. Gray mouse in the company of street rubbish." “I don’t care what you think of me, but this is disgusting. And if you don't delete it now, I will beat you up so that even my mother won't recognize you." Laila leaned into her ear and spoke to Bowen. "Listen here darling. If you throw anything away, I will tell my father and your mother to lose their jobs." There was nothing to answer. After all, my mother was an ordinary accountant in the Bernet company and one word from her daughter could forever deprive her of her job. "Bitch." "Well, we understood each other. Bye Bye. Street stuff." Through force, I listened to ridicule from Laila. At the most opportune moment, her elder brother Raya Bernet appeared. He walked up to the back and spoke in a low voice to his sister. "Wait. Please remove Lai's photo. If our parents see this, we will both have a hard time." "Brother of Raya. Anything for you, of course." She took out her mobile and erased the ** entry, and with it the photo from the gallery. "Here look." She showed all three photos and recorded them. Then I publicly clicked the delete from the basket button. "Clever Laya." "Now let's go from here." Turned around and walked towards the class. "Thank you Raya." Courtney thanked him. The guy looked at Stacy with his attractive gaze and handed the card into his hands while no one saw it, and then went after his sister. "What is it? Why did he give it up so quietly? As if I didn't want to be noticed." On the back of the card was the inscription: Black Valentine. “A joke from the chat. But there are fake names and no one should have found out who I am. Have I been hacked?"