Chapter 4

The instruction begins and I already stopped listening for a long time. This teacher really talks too much. I don't notice anything around me anymore. My thoughts first wander around what I should do. Mrs. Yoshida doesn't seem to pay attention to me. As well as everyone else. One reason why I chose this place. You will never be seen here.

In the end, I decide to continue writing the profiles. The type of my main character is not yet finished. I've already described one side ... Front and back ... Ok, yes ... I can think of too much for the people. The characters in my books are carefully planned down to the smallest detail. All my attention is focused on the fact sheet. After a few minutes, I already described the 4th page in front and back. The instruction is apparently still going on, so I'm starting to draw the dude.

Again I take a break ... wait ... WHAT IF ISAMU SEES THIS ?! I quickly find a hiding place where I can put all of this. It is the dream guy of my main character who embodies me! AND I have on the sheet margin of the drawing 'dream type?' written on it. I quickly erase that away. Then I look around on the table. Where can I put this quickly? ... the blocks! I frantically reach for any of my many blocks on the table and put all the leaves in it. Yoshi gives me a questioning look. So apparently he was watching me after all ... Or just reacting to my hectic movement now. "... Today, however, the school bells will only ring for breakfast and lunch breaks," says the teacher. It rings exactly on these words. Pause ... Then I can put the profile in the locker and no one can look at it now. Maybe I'll eat one of the Onigiri ... One of the five ... "Hey Sarana, do you want to go and eat?" Isamu asks excitedly. Two boys stand by him and smile at me kindly and admiringly. How can you admire me? I haven't done anything special? Did Isamu tell anything about me that is wrong, what makes these people admire me? "Uhmmm ... yes, why not? Where do you want to go, I'll come after ... I have to go to my locker ...", I try to smile, tortured. Supposedly, that's enough for them. At least one less effort. One of the two boys, I think his name was Yoshi, says: "We probably wanted to go to the courtyard. Have a look there and stuff, if that's okay?" The guy seems to be trying to be friendly to me. Perhaps I should tell him later that he doesn't have to talk to me like that. Yes, I'm a girl, but I'm not as much a girl as he thinks! "Well, see you soon!", So I go out of the room. Pressing my blocks and my bento on my stomach.

There is not as much going on in the lockers as in the aisles. There are a few small groups of girls around here and also a few boys groups. My attention briefly falls on one of these boy groups. This black-haired boy from 3rd grade is also here. Surrounded by a few of his friends, he doesn't seem to have noticed me yet. Better this way! Then at least he won't watch me again. I go to my locker and feel a gaze at me. So he noticed me. I quickly open the locker and carefully insert all the profiles. Nobody should be able to get it here ... Except maybe the headmaster, but ... Why should he want my locker, really? For security, I have the 'dream type?' erased away. My eraser is good and I wrote with a soft pencil, so there is nothing left to see. I carefully lock the locker and make my way to the courtyard. Behind me, I hear a boy's voice apologize to his friends. Is this guy still following me now?

This courtyard is a nice place. Four large cherry trees stand around a fountain. No water is flowing right now and it's pretty cold, but in summer it could be a really nice place. Maybe even in spring, when it is a bit warmer and the fountain is already switched on. Isamu and his friends are sitting around the empty fountain. "Hey, Sarana! There you are!", The friendly boy beckons me to his friends. There have been a few more ... Should I really go to them? ... OK yes. I said to Yoshivund two of his friends that I'm coming to them, so I'm doing it now. I rocked that in myself. Tomorrow I would rather quickly get on the roof and look for a quiet place there. Without saying anything, I rush to the group. The black-haired boy walks past us ... Who knows? Maybe he just used the way here as a shortcut! I think I'm getting paranoid! If I already think that every second boy is chasing me, then I should rather look for a clinic that will still accept me.

"Is what Isamu says right?" Yoshi asks immediately. A questioning look at the one just mentioned is enough to tell me what he said. "Y-Yes ... Well ... Overall ... But it wasn't as epic as said!" I answer Yoshi's question. He starts to smile and pats me on the shoulder amicably. To do this, he doesn't even have to raise his arm far ... He's huge ... On the other hand, I look like a 5-year-old girl! Really, that's not nice! Well ... He can't do anything for his size ...

Still, he says to me: "Don't make yourself worse than you are!" Again everyone smiles at me kindly. None of the faces are hostile. It is something completely new for me. I was always sent away or simply ignored ... But it's totally different here! The boys are much friendlier now. The girls ... They're girls, but what do I care? I think I've made friends! At least that's something I can be proud of.