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Chapter 2

Finally at home I sat down first. If my parents were here they would certainly think and ask why I so disturbed and auserathem arrive home and especially why so early. Until later I can think of a decent excuse and look where I get my notes. In case I don't ask the new one or one of his friends. Then they could continue to annoy me and even know my cell phone number. No, they can forget it. But otherwise, what if someone else gives them my number? They will surely ask around. Then I can give it to them myself. Although no, I can't. I don't even have their numbers.

Maybe I should write to one of the other better ones. Maybe I'll get the solution right away, then I'll have less to do and the right solution.

Thrilled with my idea, I wrote to one of the smartest in the class in my room. hopefully he'll see it soon and bring me everything. Maybe I should stay home tomorrow and the rest of the week too.

Relieved that I will get my assignments soon, I started with the English assignments I already have from the first lesson.

Later in the evening my parents came back from their work. I went down to them. Even though it doesn't always seem like it, my parents and I actually have a good relationship. We can talk to each other about anything. It's just that they very often put their work ahead of me.

I took my mother in my arms and was relieved for a moment. She is the person with whom I feel very safe and not afraid that anything will happen to me. She will always protect me no matter what I do or happen.

»Hey mom, how was work?«  »Hello my angel, it was good. How are you, I heard you got home early?«  »All good mom. There are just new students that got too pushy for me and then I had Mrs. Conrat this morning. I'm sorry. I'll make up for everything I missed. I know the new ones thing is not an argument, but it all just got too much for me there.«  »It's all right, darling. Just try not to let it happen again. Don't let them bug you, that's their only goal. And you'll learn less that way.«

I was very grateful to my mother that she wasn't mad at me for playing hooky. Actually, she also gave me a minimal free pass if it got to be too much for me to do it again.

Not that I was just trying to talk her into it. But it helps me. I still try to follow my mom's advice. But if, as I strongly suspect, they don't leave me alone and I get very annoyed, I still have that option. I really thank my mom for that even though I would never say the thanks and the right reason out loud.

My mom and I went into the kitchen and cooked dinner together. It's nice to do so much with her. She works an office job and has to work overtime quite often.

Sometimes I really wish she would be home more and help me with everything, be there for me.

But you also have to look at the positive. If mom was always there when I was, I probably never would have learned to cook. And also other things that she would have taken over otherwise.

Since I get all my school stuff tomorrow, I went up to my room after dinner, packed my school stuff for the next day, put out fresh clothes and got ready for bed.

When my alarm clock rings the next day, my mood is in the basement. I realize that I have to go to school today. Yes I don't really want to, but I need to and on the other hand I do it for my mother.

Slowly, I got ready. Maybe I'm doing it extra slow too. Spending as little time as possible at school will be my new motto. As little time as possible with these strange new people. And nevertheless as much school as possible and as much as possible.

Still not exactly enthusiastic, I got dressed and went to the kitchen to eat. Here, too, I took my time. Even if I can take a bus later, I have to make at least this one if I don't want to be late.

Knowing that I still had a little time, I sat down on the sofa and watched my news. 

After a quick glance at the clock, I realized that I had to leave now to catch the bus. Sometimes you could be Schonfristen as the time can pass so quickly. Since you sit down once briefly and after what feels like only a minute are then but already ten minutes or more over. And now I have to hurry.

Half running I managed the bus just so still. Fortunately on the one hand. I don't want to get into trouble now. At least I could have stayed at home. Would have been just as much trouble. But now I'm on the bus and on my way to school. Thank God I got a seat in the overcrowded bus. Next to me is also still a place free. No one knows why, but although many were standing, no one sat there. I hope the new ones don't have anything to do with it. Would they dare to interfere in my life like this just to get what they want yesterday? Did they maybe tell rumors about me? Does everyone want to stay away from me now because of them? What do they want from me? Are they angry that I rejected them? Did I hurt their ego and now they are taking revenge? Am I interpreting u too much into what is happening? Do the others on the bus just think it's not worth sitting down? Is it really nothing personal?

In a way, I am never unsettled by yesterday's events. How can it be that these strange guys already have so much influence on my thoughts and actions?

I don't want to have to think about them all the time, can't they disappear from my life? Damn it, I just want a normal life with a normal school life. Or is my life normal because of that? No, actually, the others are not given any special attention by the new ones.

But why me? I don't want this attention at all?

Why don't these idiots just take that into account?

Completely lost in my thoughts, I didn't even notice how someone sat down next to me. No wonder. The stranger first made himself felt at the school. I was grabbed by him roughly and jerkily at my upper arm and pulled to the exit. How could I not notice this. My slight shock caused me not to even scream or fight back.

At that moment, this guy could have dragged me anywhere.

That I was only slowly aware. I quickly realized, however, that the guy knew me from school somewhere and preserved me when coming late in which he pulled me along when getting out.

Completely back in the here and now we were already arrived shortly before the school entrance. Only now I could detach myself from the still unknown to me. Embarrassed, I walked in the direction of my classroom. Without saying anything. I'm running away from someone from my school again. Hopefully the Strange doesn't still approach me about it and expects a thank you from me.