2am. The chat has opened.

Black Valentine: Hello everyone!

Black Valentine: Again, no one. Hmm... well, come on.

Black Valentine: Have you already received a present? My sweeties were delighted? I can't wait for the day of our meeting to come. Are you also looking forward to it?

Black Valentine: Bye, bye.

Black Valentine went offline. The chat has closed.

The next day, the morning did not bode even more terrible. But no! The unknown person showed up again and wrote openly about the cards for those who received it.

- But what is it?

- What kind of dregs are going on. Who is he his mother is?

Stacey and Courtney were the first to see the message and were horrified. Now it doesn't seem like a simple and harmless joke. They were really scared.

The chat has opened.

Riley: That freak again.

Sia: It's impossible to calm down.

Shiki: Always talking some kind of nonsense.

Riley: What if he's really worth fearing.

Sia: I don't know.

Neumann: Take it easy.

White: We're in Kraimbel.

Maclan: Don't matter, score it already. Better look at what I photographed.

The chat pours a photo of Billy Brighton, in an unusual outfit. But for him it was the norm. After all, he was still informal.

Les: What horror?

Matt: Where does he always get these clothes?

Neumann: Isn't he ashamed himself?

Les: Let's stay away from him.

Mira: I agree.

Maclan: I would not like to be friends with him.

Shiki: Come on guys, everyone has their own tastes.

Riley: Let him dress as he pleases.

Matt: Was he beaten by chance as a child?

Tori: I think he hurt his head.

White: Mother is an alcoholic, father is a drug addict.

Matt: I got it.

Tori: Fuck.

Les: It's scary to stand with him.

Mira: I'm afraid myself.

White: And we also have joint classes.

Maclan: I don't envy dude.

White: That's right.

Riley: Enough of the discussion.

Sia: Leave him alone.

Les: Why are you interceding?

Tori: Are you steaming?

Sia: Um. Not.

White: Let's go.

The chat has closed.

The school's most informal student, Billy Brighton. No friends, outcast, freak. But no one touches him or bully him, as the guy's uncle is the director of the school, George Brighton.

"And why are people constantly staring at me?"

Walking down the street or in any public place. He constantly caught these strange glances from others. At times they even spoke openly and humiliated them.

- Brighton is not tight for you?

- Do you have a chance to lower the crown?

Oliver Don. Son of Kevin, director of Languver.

- Are you a freak?

- Are you going to complain to daddy again?

And this, as they say in cartoons, is my sworn enemy. Almost from birth we hate each other. He me for my informality, and I, on the contrary, for the fact that he merges with society and becomes an ordinary part of all this gray mass.

I don’t understand why Uncle George is taking such care of you. I would have spat like on your parents, and lived for my own pleasure. Only he spoils his reputation.

- It's enviable that you are nobody to him, and your dad is a scum of society?

- How are you...

Only I was about to rush at him with fists, but it was not there. Elizabeth arrived in time. Director's wife of Brighton.

- Boys did not stop quarreling over such trifles.

- Aunt Lisa.

- Are you following me again? You are not bored.

Billy snorted menacingly, his whole appearance showing disgust for this woman. But in his heart he was grateful to her for her care.

- Not. I just went to get my underwear and saw you.

- Yeah. How is it. So I believed it. Too often you end up where I am in trouble.

- You thought the baby.

She uttered these phrases with great and sincere love.

- Leave me alone.

I took her packed bag of things and threw it in the opposite direction, across the road. And then he walked away.

- Freak.

Oliver called after. For such inappropriate behavior towards a girl. And Elizabeth only smiled after.

“I don’t understand what she wants from me? She is nobody to me. And she takes care of me as if I were her son. She feeds, prepares the bed, cleans, and does laundry. This kindness infuriates her."

She began to slowly eat my conscience on the way. For throwing out the bag with Elizabeth's belongings.

“Tts, damn. I'll go find and bring back. Only at first it would not hurt to wash. Probably managed to get dirty or someone took it, but it's worth trying."

He turned in the opposite direction.

After 10 minutes. The package was in the same place where he threw it.

“Hmm in place. It's strange. This is not a very safe area either. I'll check the contents."

I opened the bag and counted all the underwear. He knew how much and what she would take, as he remembered when she said it in the morning.

- What the hell is this?

A card fell out of the package. On the back of which it is written.

"Black Valentine."