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him, of his searching look, of his yellow, freaky eyes. I
seem to hear a softly “I'm not like you…” behind me, but it can
equally be echoing in my head my words that lent his voice. I stop
and turn my head back. He's in the same position.
    It seems to me that he was looking after me.
I walk more slowly now. What do I care about what he thinks him and
those like him? Too much time has elapsed since I don't care
anymore.
    The rain started. Droplets are large, cold
and especially wet. The wind began to vibrate. I get a shudder. I
am not yet so cold. But rather I feel so very alone!

Chapter Three
    The last few days were sunny. I'm glad of it,
because I don't know that it isn't long and I will not bear the
cold again. I went back to the routine. At school, it's all the
same. I haven’t even seen that so insufferable man, with his
scissorbill aura.
    “He is definitely deadly gorgeous!”
    “Tell me about it! I am dyeing after his
freak eyes! And fir he is!”
    “Yeah, and especially how rich!”
    “Handsome, smart, and rich! The perfect man.
What could you want more?”
    “Him!”
    “Do not even think about it! Dane Stoler is
mine!”
    “Why do you think he so missed school? He and
his brother?”
    “I do not know, but I already miss him. And I
hope you put it in your head that, as I said, Dane is mine!”
    The voices of the most popular girls in
school became suddenly hostile. It's normal for everyone to talk
about those new students. For I have heard that he has a brother
who learn as well in our school. I find it quite strange though,
that with all those money which it is obvious they have, they
prefer to study in a high school with no reputation, in a little
time forgot town. I'm not too interested in this aspect, however.
Rich people have their peculiarities also. I hear again,
unintentionally, the conversation of the two girls.
    “Then... if... you take Dane, will you leave
with me his brother, Sky?”
    I swell laughter. You think they were talking
about being at a cattle market wining over the fattest and the most
beautiful calf.
    “What are you laughing at, misery?”
    On hearing this word, all my easily amused
status disappears instantly. I lift my head and look at the blond
haired through the curtain of my hair.
    “Yes, yes, I'm talking, to you, misery!”
    Everyone looked at me. Most laugh. I take a
fever and my throat is clogged eardrums.
    “Are you talking to me?”
    I almost no longer have a voice because of
the wrath.
    “Do you know any other greasy, filthy leprosy
and mangy, like you around?”
    My judgement was clouded. I see red sight. I
go slowly up to her, however, to everyone's surprise, including
mine. Without any warning, I crack with my backhand her nose. You
could hear a sound like a broken bone and a shout. Blood flows in
abundance from her nose.
    "Dear God, she broke her nose!”
    I hear a flurry around me.
    “You broke my nose! You broke my nose!”
    Vera, that's her name, by the way, cries and
screams. From what I know, she might hurt very badly. But it's
certain that she will remain with her nose flattened for the rest
of her life.
    “Someone comes!”
    Vera is just getting increasingly
hysterical.
    “What's going on here? Vera, what's the
matter with you?”
    Yap, Mrs. Sheldon, the English teacher, is
very intrigued by what happened; especially as such incidents do
not happen.
    “That… that… poverty... Broke my nose! Call
an ambulance or something! And the police! Call the police!”
    I stick back at her and she stunts in fear,
her hands on her nose, with blood streaming down her blouse.
    “You want some more?” I ask her, still
angry.
    I feel that my entire body is shaking with
the need to hit something or someone. I don't know, however, that
it would be a better thing to do. I have to control my anger,
because I am convinced that I would get worse, as if I would do a
foolish crisis in which there I no longer take account of
anything.
    “Geoffe!” Mrs. Sheldon