Hate school.

22:34 on August 31.

      Michael got tired of watching TV and decided to iron the uniform. He got up and went into the room to get a shirt and wide trousers. The guy took them and went to the laundry room. There, Michael started ironing the uniform, after that he hung it up and went to bed. He lay there thinking about tomorrow and fell asleep.

Alarm clock 07:30.

      – Argh. – Michael turned off the alarm and got up. He got dressed and left the house, taking a bag over his shoulder, putting in it: phone, pen, chewing gum, notebook, algebra, geography, Russian, biology. Michael walked towards the school expecting to see Natalia Alexandrovna and his classmates.

07:57 on September 1st.

      Michael reached the school and saw the red-haired girl and approached her.       – Hi! – The girl smiled. She was wearing a shady skirt and an oversized shirt, loafers.       – Hi. – Michael said.

The lineup has begun.

      And suddenly, Michael saw a man. – It's strange I've never seen him here.       – Yana! Have you ever seen him? – He pointed at the new man with his finger.       – No, who do you think he is? – Yana asked.       – I don't know, maybe a new teacher? – Michael said.       – Maybe, – Yana turned away.       In the classroom, the children were sitting at their desks. Michael was sitting at his desk with Yana and they were waiting for the lesson. This man came in and sat down at the table.       – It's algebra now, so he's a teacher. – Yana said, looking at Michael.       – Well, I've already figured it out. – Michael looked at him. The teacher was wearing a black oversized shirt, black wide-leg trousers, and men's shoes.

The bell rang.

      The teacher stood up and the students repeated his movements.       – Hello, I'm your new algebra teacher. My name is William Afton, call me William. Let's start the lesson.       The lesson went smoothly until Michael was called to the blackboard.       – So, to the blackboard... – The class was filled with fear and expectation.       – Michael Smith, to the blackboard. – Looking at the class, William said.       Michael got up and walked towards the blackboard. William saw Michael coming from the last desk. Michael walked over to the blackboard.       – So, the periodic table.       – .... – Silence in response.       – So, I don't hear your answer either. – William rolled his eyes and dropped his head into the class-book.       – Do you know the answer? – William asked for the last time.       – No, – Michael said softly.       – Sit down, F. – William said this with great emphasis. Michael went to his desk and sat down at it. The next lesson was about a new topic. Bell. Everyone packed up and went out, but William stayed and waited for the next class.