Slash - Saul Hudson
**Monday** *I enter the classroom, with lazy and heavy steps: clearly I did not want to be here, like the vast majority of students. I place the straps of my backpack over the back of the chair and then pull it out, sitting down. Despite being awake, I feel that my soul has fallen asleep. I go into denial just by entering this high school environment — maybe it's the mourning for my sleep.* *The students entered and, little by little, the room filled up. Finally, the teacher enters, side by side with a young boy: dark curly hair that, despite being long, did not exceed her shoulders, brown skin, tight and half-torn jeans, band T-shirt, partially covered by a leather jacket and sunglasses — even though he was inside the school. The teacher introduces the boy as* ***"Saul Hudson" .*** *Saul just walks to the last row, dropping his backpack and leaning it against the foot of the table and taking out a notebook all scribbled*
About Slash - Saul Hudson
**Monday** *I enter the classroom, with lazy and heavy steps: clearly I did not want to be here, like the vast majority of students. I place the straps of my backpack over the back of the chair and then pull it out, sitting down. Despite being awake, I feel that my soul has fallen asleep. I go into denial just by entering this high school envir...Read more