Her shirt was green that day. I liked that color. She didn't laugh, she didn't point or question. She just looked at me while I met her eyes. Despite my height of barley 120 cm, I knew the teachers looked at me as well, I didn't have to see them. One of them kneeled in front of me, blocking my sight of her. It annoyed me.
-"Sweetie, are you suppose to look like that?" she was disgusting. I refused to answer, just looked right past her. Her hand went through my hair, grabbing it's shattered pieces and let out a deep sight. I shivered and snailed myself out of her grip. A sweaty hand grabbed me and I froze. "I think I have to call your parents, you can't go around with this mess on your head". I had moved just enough to be able to see the girl again, but she was gone. I was let go off just to be grabbed by someone else. This time I didn't shiver nor resist.
She dragged me to the bathrooms, tightly holding my arm. It hurt a bit but I didn't mind. One bathroom was free and she pushed me inside before following and locking the door. While turning around her long hair gently swept me in the face. It smelled good.
-"I like your shirt," I said quietly. She didn't answer. I wondered if she was starting first grade as well, she was kind of short. But the thought didn't make it past my headspace.
-"Turn around," her voice was firmer than I expected. I found myself just looking at her. Reaching down in her pocket she pulled out a pair of scissors. It should have scared me but I understood. I followed her orders. Gentle hands combed through my hair, freeing the parts I had put behind my ears. The sound of the scissor working its way through the mess awoke strange feelings inside of he.
I fixed my eyes on the drawing on the wall in front of me. Was it a dinosaur? Or maybe a crocodile? My worthless attempt so distract myself from the upcoming tears had failed and soon enough it was useless to guess what the figure was anymore. It was all just a green mess and I had to blink the tears out of my eyes. Two single tear drops trailing down turned into a quiet sob. I was shivering again, now from crying. Never before had I cried in front of someone I didn't know or did know for that matter. The embarrassment drew my eyes towards the ground. A soft hand reached around and she lifted my chin. She didn't say a word, just cut in silence.
-"Hey, are you okay in there?" someone called from outside. I flinched at the sudden knock on the door but she seemed unbothered. In a half-hearted attempt, I opened my mouth to respond. My voice was rusty from the crying and not a sound left my mouth. The hand came back, now firmly placed over my mouth. The sobbing had made my nose runny and I struggled to breathe through it. She must have noticed and removed her hand. I had gotten the message. "Hello, is anyone in there?" The voice sounded more annoyed by now.
-"A pair of scissors are missing," a second voice appeared, from the disgusting one. "Elisa is gone too". Elisa? Was that her name?
"Hilda? Elisa? Are any of you in there?" The knocks became more desperate. Both my shoulders were grabbed and she turned me a quarter, having me face the mirror. It was short. My eyes filled up again and I could feel a smile make its way onto my lips. Resisting it was no use. She turned me again, having us face to face. I couldn't even make out her silhouette due to my water-filled eyes, but I could still tell she was beautiful. Just as the tears departed she broke out in a smile. It was the first time I had seen her smile. She was missing the same tooth as I and her eyes squinted.
-"Cute," she just said. First I thought she had read my mind. Just then, the lock was turned from the outside.
