Soviet Park, part 1.
October 16, 1985. Wednesday.
An ordinary day, which started, as usual, with me coming to school early. I’m a class monitor, and a good class monitor must be a role model for other students: never be late, look neat and study with straight A’s!
My best friend Bella was already waiting for me. She was as cheerful as always! The school’s “it” girl who is more interested in clothes and makeup then studying. She’s a great friend though!
“You won’t believe what my dad brought me from abroad! I won’t even let Ritka try it on, only you!!”
As a class monitor, I probably shouldn’t say this, but I’m always ready to forgive her bad grades and lack of homework. Today she invited me over to show her new clothes from abroad.
Bella never ceases to amaze me: she’s always up-to-date with new fashion trends. Some people may think that it’s all she talks about, but that’s not true!! I, on the other hand, usually try to seem rather indifferent when it comes to fashion talk, but deep down I also want to look sharp and stylish.
Besides, who doesn’t?
As we reached our classroom, everything seemed as usual: the boys violated discipline…
…we were chatting, when suddenly…
AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!