High school.

Nine.

“What do you think of high school?”

“A scary place.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because it is a scary place.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“Sure. First of all, teachers and subjects, they give you so many things to do and there is so much to study which is very stressful. And then the fact that you have to decide your career and stuff at a young age. And then comes the students. You see, it’s like a jungle here. The stronger rules, the weaker gets eaten.”

“What do you mean?”

“You see, like any high school, there are the stronger people. The popular ones. And they rule the school, as in they think they’re better than everyone else and they sometimes think they’re powerful.

The weaker are just the other people. And they get bullied and picked at and made fun of for a reason that is completely unknown to everyone to this day.”

“I see.”

“Yes. But there’s something students just don’t understand.”

“And, what is that?”

“This is just high school. A phase. Three years and you’re out of it. Nobody will care if you were your class president or scored a goal for the school’s football team or even aced all your exams in one year. None of it matters.”