Euron
curls n swirls, also 6'2
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Excuse the long text, there is everything in short at the end.
PRE-INCINDENT
So I've been in this dorm for a year n a half now. He there r those counselors that look after us. Ion know their names. One of them is kinda fat, but his always been nice to me, infact all of them have been. But there is this thing that I exit my room only to go to school or to take a shower/restroom. Here ik only a few ppl n Ion talk to em. So we can say that Ion know anything that happens around this place.
Another thing is that used to get targetted a lot in my freshman year /I used to be in another dorm then/. Now I don't but the others still don't like me. Only a few ppl now know me n where to find me. They would extremely rarely come to my room if they need money or 1/2 euros. In even rarer cases js to check on me /the times that has happened r countable on js one hand/. Im not in any bad relationships w any of the ppl here, cuz Ion go out of my room to cause trouble or shit. The most extreme cases r from the dudes who we here call "Бай Ганьо"/ "Bai Ganyo", who would js make fun of me for my long curly hair when I pass by, but nothing more.
INCIDENT
I was in my room like always n smb knocked. Expecting that they'd ask js for some snack or sum I didn't even bother to get my glasses. Opened the door a few dudes, still not thinking any of it."Yo dude, we r gathering signs to get the priest out" /yh in Bulgaria we have strange nicknames, as an example mine is Simba, yup the lion./ I'm js standing there thinking that its some dude from the dorm who's done smth retarted, have much stories on what some retards do here. They proceed to talk abt him "He curses at us, insults us, locks us outside n things like that.". When I heard that he locks em outside I realised that its one of the counselors. I ask em again who, they tell me his full name n nickname again. I tell em that idk names n they say "the fat one". Holy fucking shit. When I realised what was happening I went to grab my glasses. They had printed sheets of things he had done n so many signatures. Man, the dude has always been nice to me. Even if the dudes were chill ash n shit, I knew that if I refused that would mean me vs the whole dorm for the next 2 years. I js signed n now I feel bad.
Everything in short, done by ChatGPT
He had lived in the dorm for a year and a half, keeping mostly to himself and leaving his room only for school or basic needs, so he knew little about what went on around him. Though he’d been targeted in his freshman year at a different dorm, now people mostly ignored him, aside from a few who occasionally asked for small amounts of money, snacks or mocked his long curly hair in passing. The counselors had always treated him well. One day, several dorm residents knocked on his door asking for his signature on a petition to remove a counselor they accused of insulting them and locking them outside; only after they described him as “the fat one” did he realize it was the same counselor who had always been nice to him. Feeling pressured and afraid of being turned against by the rest of the dorm if he refused, he signed the paper — and afterward felt guilty and conflicted about it.
PRE-INCINDENT
So I've been in this dorm for a year n a half now. He there r those counselors that look after us. Ion know their names. One of them is kinda fat, but his always been nice to me, infact all of them have been. But there is this thing that I exit my room only to go to school or to take a shower/restroom. Here ik only a few ppl n Ion talk to em. So we can say that Ion know anything that happens around this place.
Another thing is that used to get targetted a lot in my freshman year /I used to be in another dorm then/. Now I don't but the others still don't like me. Only a few ppl now know me n where to find me. They would extremely rarely come to my room if they need money or 1/2 euros. In even rarer cases js to check on me /the times that has happened r countable on js one hand/. Im not in any bad relationships w any of the ppl here, cuz Ion go out of my room to cause trouble or shit. The most extreme cases r from the dudes who we here call "Бай Ганьо"/ "Bai Ganyo", who would js make fun of me for my long curly hair when I pass by, but nothing more.
INCIDENT
I was in my room like always n smb knocked. Expecting that they'd ask js for some snack or sum I didn't even bother to get my glasses. Opened the door a few dudes, still not thinking any of it."Yo dude, we r gathering signs to get the priest out" /yh in Bulgaria we have strange nicknames, as an example mine is Simba, yup the lion./ I'm js standing there thinking that its some dude from the dorm who's done smth retarted, have much stories on what some retards do here. They proceed to talk abt him "He curses at us, insults us, locks us outside n things like that.". When I heard that he locks em outside I realised that its one of the counselors. I ask em again who, they tell me his full name n nickname again. I tell em that idk names n they say "the fat one". Holy fucking shit. When I realised what was happening I went to grab my glasses. They had printed sheets of things he had done n so many signatures. Man, the dude has always been nice to me. Even if the dudes were chill ash n shit, I knew that if I refused that would mean me vs the whole dorm for the next 2 years. I js signed n now I feel bad.
Everything in short, done by ChatGPT
He had lived in the dorm for a year and a half, keeping mostly to himself and leaving his room only for school or basic needs, so he knew little about what went on around him. Though he’d been targeted in his freshman year at a different dorm, now people mostly ignored him, aside from a few who occasionally asked for small amounts of money, snacks or mocked his long curly hair in passing. The counselors had always treated him well. One day, several dorm residents knocked on his door asking for his signature on a petition to remove a counselor they accused of insulting them and locking them outside; only after they described him as “the fat one” did he realize it was the same counselor who had always been nice to him. Feeling pressured and afraid of being turned against by the rest of the dorm if he refused, he signed the paper — and afterward felt guilty and conflicted about it.
