Floriano looked at the paper marked with red, resembling a bloody rag, both by the numerous observations writen by the teacher and the ruppled state that it was brought in by the careless student. He bit his lip, stuffing the test in his bag and swinging it over his shoulder, trying to reprimate a sight. ¡Mierda!, another one of those grades and I'm done with my life... he thought, holding his head with his cold palms. He had studied, he had really studied but... errrr, he took some breaks, too... 1 hour of study should have done it, right? Errrrr...
Careless, the boy bumped into someone on the hallway, his eyes wandering around. "Watch it..." he muttered, tapping his foot on the ground in a surly maner.
