I Don't Care

“You… Shchepkina, have you gone mad? What are you doing, huh?”

“Wow, what a look!—someone from the herd loudly says, and the rest burst into laughter.

I calmly take a few steps and walk into the center.

“They stole my things.”

The status of “new girl” is never just simple. In a school for elite mаjors—especially. They enjoy turning my life into hell. Only they don’t know that I don’t care—about that. I don’t care… until one guy breaks a hole in my defenses, shattering all the rules.

Tears’ pathways like the traffic of my worthlessness,
A crooked mouth—yeah, no thanks, all this complexity!
Hug me, kiss me, listen—I don’t need anything else!
Just don’t turn our life into a branch office of hell…