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hair could be blond or light brown, but now it seemed
almost black, as wet it as it was. And his appearance is quite
muscular. He could have easily hurt me. And though I feel as if I
sit face to face with a beast, I still do not feel any fear.
Perhaps it's just what you feel inside when you stand naked in
front of someone.
    “What's your name?”
    I clacked my lips, disgruntled. I think it's
the longest conversation I've been having in my life with a
stranger. So I do what I do when I get angry. I ignore him
completely. I turn to the clothes washed by now. I rinse them and
put on my jeans and shirt as they are, wet. Don't bother me. How
much rain, I endured in my life... That's nothing. And until I’ll
get "home", my clothes will dry up on me. Without realizing it, I
throw a wink toward the waterfall. And although I have not heard
any sound that would give me to understand that the guy would be
out of the water, however, he is no longer there.
    I shrug of indifference. All the way home, I
had the impression that someone is behind me. When you're
accustomed to living alone, it is as if you are developing a sense
in addition that warns you that somebody is with you. And although
I turned several times to look back, I have not seen anyone.
However, I can swear that someone was watching me.

Chapter Two
    Finally, my face healed. It's time for me to
go to school. I have slightly crooked because it's raining. Fall
has entered the world title. I pluck a few leaves of mint that I
know since I was a child, and I conscientiously chew them. I lift
my arm and inhale deeply. No smell of sweat. It doesn’t really
smell of anything, but as long as I do not stink, it's okay.
    “Bye, Mom!”
    I do not wait for someone to answer.
    Although most were accustomed to see me like
this, there still are some who stared at me. I gather my anger and
fists. I'm fairly pissed anyhow from the wet clothes. I’m lucky
that inside it is warm. I let the hair on my face with a slight
gesture of the head, looking only and only down. As I said, not of
shame, but I just don’t want to see their disgusted eyes. Because I
don't know what I'd do if I lose this self-control which I found
increasingly harder to keep.
    When I saw the shoes in my visual range, it
was rather late to be able to avoid the impact. It was as if I hit
a wall that I've not seen. I fall down, the books pervasively. Of
course, all the eyes were turned towards me, a fact that I hate
whole-heartedly.
    I get up and I try to gather my books, fully
aware that, in reality, I was the one who did not look where I was
going. The first shock I felt was when I saw the person that leans
along with me to collect my books. The second, I feel when I look
at him. It's a new guy. I have not seen him before in our school.
And perhaps he is a senior, or something, because he's a lot bigger
than most students, with his football players or rugby stature,
maybe even a little taller and broader. I've always been very high.
Much taller than all the girls, and even than many boys. So I had a
third shock when I had to sweep back my head back to look at him A
face with a skin too smooth, like that of chicks fighting over
popularity, with golden brown hair, thin nose, thin lips slightly
effeminate. His irises caught my attention the most, because I've
never seen such a color. If you have ever seen how topaz or amber
with yellow spots looks like, then you know what I mean. If not,
then I find it impossible for me to describe the color. A strange
golden-orange brown. When he smiled, dimples appeared in his
cheeks.
    “I believe these are yours.”
    He hands me out my books. I give him a hefty
and a “Thank you” through my gritted teeth. I leave fast enough.
Because of him, on me are focused almost all the eyes. I don't even
need to lift my head to see that everybody is making fun of me.
    I hear behind me, something like "Who's she?
But I don't look back to see who's talking. He's probably a new
student. Because there