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Authors: Mihaela Gheorghe

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My thoughts slip again to school. I'm sick of
it. Not sick of it as an institution, but of the ambient from
there. I repeat, I'm used to many things, but not with humiliation.
I can see them calling out for me to the Catalog: "Patricia
Geoffe!" Well, although I find it ridiculous my name, and I prefer
to be told “Pat, nor “Patricia” or “Geoffe”, will be there to
answer “Present”. I giggle to myself. Who could call me “Pat”,
anyway? I have no friends. I never had and I doubt that I ever
will. Anyway, who needs them? Between a plate of cooked, good, warm
steaming, food which I could only imagine how it looks like, and
friends, I'll immediately take the plate. My entrails are beginning
to stir again, noisy. I didn't give them anything for a few days,
except water. I turn back on my belly and I move a little my hands
and feet. In front of me there is a small waterfall. I freeze, all
of a sudden.

“Who the hell are you?”

Behind the curtain of the water, a pair of
eyes is watching me. The first feeling I had was that it was an
animal. But it's not; it is a human being like me. We look at each
other circumspect; perhaps both a little scared, separated only by
the curtain of the water. I think now that perhaps I had to do
something to cover me. Because I was stark naked. And from what I
observed, though not very clearly, so was he. Not that I am being
rude.

Well, okay, I am rude. However, I have a
boyish figure; and if it wouldn’t be for my hair that gives away,
and the crack between my legs, I could easily pass as a tall,
skinny boy. I'm not shy. In my family it was never known what shame
or privacy need mean.

Since the guy did not respond, nor does he
make the slightest motion, I ask him one more time:

“Who are you?”

I start to feel pissed. Here it was my place.
Only mine. The sanctuary where I could escape from the whole
world.

“I warn you that this my place and I am not
going to share it with anyone. So look, I turn my face out, so you
can go out and you buzz off after that, okay?”

I turn my back to him so that he will not
feel embarrassed, waiting to hear him coming out of the water.
After a few moments of silence, I started to feel ridiculous. I
looked back again at him. Perhaps he's deaf?

“Can you hear me?” I make a sign with my hand
by the ear.”You are not deaf, eh?”

My stomach is protesting again, but this time
in silence. And the sound of water is quite strong.

“Are you hungry?” he asks me.

I stare at him. I know I did not have the
guts rumbling, even if they moved. And his question has nothing to
do with what I said. But I got pissed. Again. Badly. Like every
time someone, anyone, noticed things about me, any things.

“I’m not hungry.” I'm lying. “And I told you
to go away!”

I don't distinguish the guy very well, but I
am well aware that he is very tall and blond hair. His skin is very
pale. His hair could be blond or light brown, but now it seemed
almost black, as wet it as it was. And his appearance is quite
muscular. He could have easily hurt me. And though I feel as if I
sit face to face with a beast, I still do not feel any fear.
Perhaps it's just what you feel inside when you stand naked in
front of someone.

“What's your name?”

I clacked my lips, disgruntled. I think it's
the longest conversation I've been having in my life with a
stranger. So I do what I do when I get angry. I ignore him
completely. I turn to the clothes washed by now. I rinse them and
put on my jeans and shirt as they are, wet. Don't bother me. How
much rain, I endured in my life... That's nothing. And until I’ll
get "home", my clothes will dry up on me. Without realizing it, I
throw a wink toward the waterfall. And although I have not heard
any sound that would give me to understand that the guy would be
out of the water, however, he is no longer there.

I shrug of indifference. All the way home, I
had the impression that someone is behind me. When you're
accustomed to living alone, it is as if you are developing a sense
in addition that warns you that somebody is with you. And although
I turned several times to look back, I have not seen anyone.
However, I can swear that someone was watching me.

Chapter Two

Finally, my face healed. It's time for me to
go to school. I have slightly crooked because it's raining. Fall
has entered the world title. I pluck a few leaves of mint that I
know since I was a child, and I conscientiously chew them. I lift
my arm and inhale deeply. No smell of sweat. It doesn’t really
smell of anything, but as long as I do not stink, it's okay.

“Bye, Mom!”

I do not wait for someone to answer.

Although most were accustomed to see me like
this, there still are some who stared at me. I gather my anger and
fists. I'm fairly pissed anyhow from the wet clothes. I’m lucky
that inside it is warm. I let the hair on my face with a slight
gesture of the head, looking only and only down. As I said, not of
shame, but I just don’t want to see their disgusted eyes. Because I
don't know what I'd do if I lose this self-control which I found
increasingly harder to keep.

When I saw the shoes in my visual range, it
was rather late to be able to avoid the impact. It was as if I hit
a wall that I've not seen. I fall down, the books pervasively. Of
course, all the eyes were turned towards me, a fact that I hate
whole-heartedly.

I get up and I try to gather my books, fully
aware that, in reality, I was the one who did not look where I was
going. The first shock I felt was when I saw the person that leans
along with me to collect my books. The second, I feel when I look
at him. It's a new guy. I have not seen him before in our school.
And perhaps he is a senior, or something, because he's a lot bigger
than most students, with his football players or rugby stature,
maybe even a little taller and broader. I've always been very high.
Much taller than all the girls, and even than many boys. So I had a
third shock when I had to sweep back my head back to look at him A
face with a skin too smooth, like that of chicks fighting over
popularity, with golden brown hair, thin nose, thin lips slightly
effeminate. His irises caught my attention the most, because I've
never seen such a color. If you have ever seen how topaz or amber
with yellow spots looks like, then you know what I mean. If not,
then I find it impossible for me to describe the color. A strange
golden-orange brown. When he smiled, dimples appeared in his
cheeks.

“I believe these are yours.”

He hands me out my books. I give him a hefty
and a “Thank you” through my gritted teeth. I leave fast enough.
Because of him, on me are focused almost all the eyes. I don't even
need to lift my head to see that everybody is making fun of me.

I hear behind me, something like "Who's she?
But I don't look back to see who's talking. He's probably a new
student. Because there is no other explanation. Somehow I almost
burst into a hysterical laughter. /"Who am I? The poverty!"/ I
could tell with hysteria.

As usual, no one asks me why I was gone. Not
me, in any case, which I am non-existent for people who call
themselves norms. As if I would never be a human. It was as I
wasn’t one of them. And, in fact, I am not one of them. I've never
been. And also, as usual, time passes slowly. For some reason, the
new pupil seemed vaguely familiar, but I wouldn't say why. The
certain fact is that I've never seen him before in my life, but
some of him was somehow familiar.

The sound of the bell puts an end to Grey’s
monotonous voice, the Biology teacher, and everyone else already
has collected their books and booklets, hurrying toward the dining
room, at the table. I move slowly. Out in the yard. It only mists.
No more rain with buckets. I have never entered the school
cafeteria. I didn't have any reason. I choose to leave the
impression that I go out in the yard for me to eat my lunch, a
sandwich or a fruit that never existed. My stomach is protesting
again, but it's its natural condition. I rub it a little. Usually,
this motion calms it down. The rain prevents other students to get
out. I can only say I enjoy this thing.

“Why you're not inside with the rest of
you?”

Before I get angry, I'm astonished. I think
this is the first time when someone talks to me at school. And I
know already who was doing such a thing. The new pupil. He's not
too clever, poor him, if he doesn't see that I'm a pariah, if he
does not see how I look.

“Dude,” I say, “thank you for talking to me
and all this, but if you want to have in this high school any
social life, you better you back and stick with them.

I look up at him. There wasn’t born the man
whose eyes I can’t look. It seems to me that his irises have a life
of their own, as if it would move something inside them. The eyes
of this guy are the eyes of a tiger. That’s why I got the
impression that I am in front of an animal. And now I realize
something else.

“You are the dude from the River, eh?” I
say.

He nods consenting.

“I'm Dane.” he says.

"I'm Pat.” I respond.

Neither I, nor he, do reach out our hand.
Usually, people feel disgusted with my poor and ragged appearance.
Apart from the usual irritation, I do not feel any further
annoyance. Just because he's a newcomer doesn't mean he's different
from the others. So, I shrug with indifference.

“So, shall I get that you’re still not
hungry?”

He smiles slightly, but he irritates me even
worse. As if he would know how my entrails move inside my stomach.
I do not bother to answer him. I look at him with boredom, giving
him to understand that I would prefer to remain single. I don't
mean to be rude to a person who has paid any attention to me. But
neither would I hesitate to be, if he steps too much on my
nerves.

“Well, you know what? I'm a little hungry/”
he continues as if he can’t see my attitude.

And his eyes gleam, as a predator. If I would
not be so set against what it seems to me that there are ironies on
his part, perhaps I would retreat as in the face of danger. He
annoys me even more when I see him looking at me so... from head to
toe... like how he would evaluate me. I look back at him the same
evaluative glance. He is dressed in the most expensive clothes, and
wearing the finest shoes. Everything about him seemed to shout /”I
am rich! Filthy rich!”/ The entire hair on my body stands on its
end of anger.

“Now look, dude, just because you’re full of
money doesn't mean that you can treat those around you as you want!
Leave me alone! Go inside, with them, where you belong! I'm not
like you, don't you see?”

I stretch my arms so he could get a better
look at the absolute poverty in which I think.

“I'm not like you.” I say then more
slowly.

I turn my back at him and I break into a run.
I do not care where I'm going yet. The important thing is to get
rid of 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.

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