So today my french exchange student was supposed to come.
He didn't.
The others did, only he didn't.
Supposedly, he didn't come because he is sick. But some of his mates told me he got into some trouble and his parents didn't let him go.
My school ended quite soon,
I went to a café, lit up a cigarette and read short horror stories by H.P. Lovecraft.
I still shiver, when I imagine the horryfing world of endless, etherical fear he managed to create.
Such an amazing writer.
After that, I went to pick up those french guys to school.
After I figured out my mate isn't there, I decided to hit the bar with some friends and rest of french guys.
Did feel kinda bad, for drinking beer, when people who legally could drink beer drought only cola.
But fuck the police. I enjoyed it, that matters most.
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