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Imagine - Peter

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Peter's P.O.V

   I walked into the classroom. I sat in the same place as always, on the table which is exactly in the center of the room. The professsor had not yet arrived, and there were few students in the class. The bell rang for the beginning of class and some students began to come in, one of them was Jassmine.

   She arrived and with folded arms and head (like she wanted to hide), sat on one of the last tables. And that's where it started, the usual.

   Some guys got up and went over to her desk.

   - Good morning, weirdo! - One of them said with a giggle.

   She said nothing.

   - Please put a smile on your face, to improve this face at least. - Said another.

   - I do not know if would solve! - Said a third.

   Everyone laughed.

   This kind of thing happened almost every day.

   The teacher had arrived.

   - Good morning class. - He said.

   Soon, the boys sat in their places.

   I looked forward while the teacher said something. But when he turned to the blackboard, I looked back to see Jassmine. She was buried in his chair, head bowed and arms crossed.

   As if it were not enough that have happened in the class, the boys bothered at break time.

   She was eating her snack, sitting alone in the refectory. And I watched from afar, as always. Oh, how I would like to take courage and go to her. Watching her closely. Making her company ...

   And there were the boys again. They began to talk some things I did not hear very well and they were giggling. Until one of them shouted to everyone in the refectory listening to while they were leaving Jassmine table:

   - Oh, if I were you, I eat less. Otherwise you will not fit more in uniform.

   All students in the refectory looked at her at the right moment. Some were serious, but others laughed and were whispering.

   She was so embarrassed that did not had much reaction. Just put down the sandwich she was eating. She looked thoughtful for a few seconds, and quickly got up and left. I got up impulsively of my desk, but I did not dare go after her.

 "What's the matter, Peter?" I thought to myself.

   I sat frustrated with my hands on my face.

   Thanks to Aslam, the idiots decided not to disturb Jassmine later.

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  The class was over and I was waiting for the subway. I met Lucy, Susan and Edmund.

  The subway arrived, and we entered. I saw that Jassmine had entered. She sat in an empty corner.

   On impulse, somehow, I went to sit beside her. She looked my, a little surprised, and looked back at the window.

   I needed to say something. So many words were stuck in my throat, ready to leave, but I did not know where to start.

   Until I noticed her left wrist.

   Two marks.

   I felt my body freeze.

   - Jassmine ... - I said in a sad tone, touching her wrist.

   She looked at me again surprise, then hid the wrist with the sleeved uniform.

   The subway stopped in the next point and Jasmine came out desperate. I run after her, and heard Susan shouting my name. It wasn't there that I should go down, and I think it was not where Jassmine should go down too. I did not care.

   She ran and I followed her.

   - Wait! - I said, reaching for her arm, holding it.

   - What you want? - She said, her voice trembled.

   I didn'n know what to say first.

   - Why ... Why do you do this to yourself?

   She knew I was speaking of the brands on the wrist. I could see in her eyes.

   - No need to care about it.

   - But I care. I care about you!

   I had waited a long time to say that to her.

   - Since when do you care about me? Since when someone cares about me? - She said angrily.

   I felt a lump in my throat.

   - Jassmine ... - I tried to say something, but she interrupted me.

   - If you care, why it has never shown? Why let them do this to me? Why not prevent them from mistreating me?

   I started ententer than what it was. The worst is that she was right.

   I always wanted to be able to do something about it, but somehow could not bring enough.

   I did not know how to tell her.

   - Why do they do this to me? - She blurted.

   His eyes began to water. She put her hands on her face and began to cry. I hugged her and she collapsed.

   - What's wrong with me?

  - There's nothing wrong with you! The problem is them.

   - They call me weird, fat and stuff ... I've been putting up with this since the beginning of the year. - She said between tears.

   - I know, I know. - A tear ran down my face.

   She said no more, was just crying in my arms. And I was not able to say anything more.

   We were like that for a few minutes.

   I looked at her, wiped the tears from her face, and said:

   - Forgive me if I've never done anything as well as others in the class. But from now on, tell me. Because I care. I always care.

   I held her tight in my arms.

   I pulled back, took her hand. That's when I remembered the marks on the wrist. I know it hurt her to mutilate, but I knew the pain behind it.

   - Promise me something? - I said.

 - What?

 - Never do that to yourself, okay?

 - OK.