While Berenice does not hear me and sits with her back to me, I will quickly tell you how we met.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the seventh grade, I left my old school and went to an extra-fashionable lyceum, which was located right next to my house. In the class where I ended up, the guys were generally very nice and friendly, but it was quite natural that I immediately began to communicate with the Gearts (there were two guys there), but Berenike was not so lucky - she was the only Dverg we had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As a creature similar to a bald dog, they tried to bully me not very aggressively, but by that age I already knew a lot of offensive jokes about mothers and responded with them - besides, my friends Arim and Zehar perfectly mastered the art of growling low and It\u2019s unkind to look from under your brows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Berenice, when we all more or less got to know each other and got comfortable, also began to be bullied - because of the beard that was just beginning to grow on her. She didn\u2019t particularly react to the jokes, and the boys and I didn\u2019t interfere either - until the very moment when she was squeezed in the school yard in the winter by a flock of guys from a parallel class. I didn\u2019t even understand what happened then: one of them tried to pull her by the hair on her face, and then immediately found herself upside down in a huge snowdrift. The rest immediately fled, and Arim, Zehar, and I, impressed by her Dvergian kung fu, offered to join our company. Berenice happily agreed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After school we were scattered all over the place. Berry went to Recinia, where she had some relatives, I stayed in Recan. Arim moved to his historical homeland, Eryakhshar, and Zehar is slowly finishing his master's degree in Germany. A little sad, but natural.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I call Berenice here - in case she remembers something else from her school days =D<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
While Berenice does not hear me and sits with her back to me, I will quickly tell you how we met.<\/p>\n
In the seventh grade, I left my old school and went to an extra-hip lyceum that was right under my house. The guys in the class I ended up in were generally very nice and friendly, but it was only natural that I immediately started hanging out with the jearts (there were two guys there), \u2026<\/p>\n