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After leaving school, walking down the street with Angel and getting ice cream from a place that I couldn't even pronounce, I could safely say that I was starting to enjoy Norway a little bit more.

"How's school in the US?" was one of Angel's many questions.

"Oh... I'm from Europe." I was a little embarrassed. I was walking with a stranger who lent me a blouse and who just bought me ice cream. Well, she didn't buy me ice cream but she helped me manage with the money in the shop. New country, new money, more embarrassment.

"Okay, so how's school in Europe?" she corrected herself.

"It's actually not that different from here. Except, when new students come to the school, teachers don't introduce them to the class but they leave them get eaten by the sharks"

"Sharks?" she seemed confused.

"Bullies." her faced looked less confused now.

"Oh, so there's bullies in your country-"

"-school..." I corrected her.

"Yes, school. So, how do you deal with them?" she asked.

"What? You haven't been bullied before?" I raised my eyebrows.

"No?"

"Honestly, I'm not surprised." I laughed a little.

"Shut up!" she scolded me but that made me laugh even more.

And our conversations continued with the same random topics - Europe, school, classmates...

"Maths? So you're not good at maths?" she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Yeah? Come on, it's not that hard to believe, I mean, I'm a normal human being and like a normal human being I don't understand maths." I almost yelled from frustration. I received such kind of responses a lot... from my mom... and teachers.

"Okay, okay... I believe you. I'm sorry," she put her hands up in the air in surrender, "but do you know who knows maths really well?" I searched my mind for names. I didn't really meet a lot of people today. Just homework, "Marcus." she stated.

I stopped in my tracks and gave her the deadliest glare in the whole world, "Don't."

"Don't, what?" she frowned.

"Don't do it." I answered.

"And, what am I doing?" she looked around like she was innocent, "What are you doing? I'm not doing anything. Maybe you don't know what I know what I'm doing, but who knows?"

I just gave her a light punch on the arm and we both giggled. We ate our ice creams already so we needed to burn our calories. At least, that's what Angel said. If it was me, I would be eating pizza by now.

"Why not go to the football field?" she proposed.

"I don't know how to play football." I said awkwardly. Useless legs.

"Don't worry you will." she reassured me.

"Do you know how to play football?"

"No." she simply said. What? Then how do I learn how to play football? It doesn't matter. I trust Angel.

We hurried to the football field. It was a large piece of green land that had a tall fence around it so that the ball couldn't get out. There were a lot of rows of seats on the left as you enter the field, too. The weather was still sunny so there were some guys playing.

"Hi, Angel." a guy in shorts and a shirt came running and waving towards Angel. He was really sweaty and breathing heavily. Like he was here for hours.

"Marcus." Angel nodded and hugged him.

Author's Note:

Just to be clear:

MARCUS was the guy staring at Alex during class and MARTINUS was the guy who spilt his drink on her. Okay? It may be confusing but I wanted you to know what Alex knew and Alex didn't know which is which... Sorry... I may be saying this a little too late...

- Bo

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