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"Julius Caesar, come here sweetie!"

I turned around after hearing such morning nonsense and saw a girl tickling a bulldog that seems to be laughing out loud.

"Do you know her?", my mom asked.

"Of course not!", my quick reply.

Who would call her dog Julius Caesar these days? That girl must be a history geek! Lame.

"Hurry up now! We'll finish your enrollment this morning and tuck your shirt right!"

Today's the official beginning of my suffering. I'll transfer to a school known for it's full implementation of discipline and I'll be living in that hell for a year.

"Shut it mom. You should be the one enrolling your self there! It's all your decision anyway!"

There was silence followed by more silences.

I successfully enrolled in the school.