The biggining of change

Her eyes were shining and her lips were curved in a wide smile.

Nadia: Get up! We're going to be late for school.

He pulled me hard by the shoulder.

Erica: Calm down..

I took my bag and responded to her call. When I stood on my feet I was pierced by an acute but short pain similar to a cramp. That gradually faded from the walk I put on them.

Nadia: Oh, you can't imagine what happened.

Yes, I think I can.

Nadia: My grandmother came to visit us! She hadn't been here in at least two years!

Erica: So much!!!

Nadia: Yes! You know, she had a bad fight with my mother back then. I still remember their screams... But let's not make you dizzy with our family now.

I shook my head in the affirmative and stared intently at the floor trying not to embarrass her. Or because of the absence of eye contact to unwittingly reveal more to me.

Nadia: I think she'd love to meet you, don't you?

As soon as he told me that, yesterday's scene automatically played out in my head. The blurry figure and her angry voice.

Erica: No.. I'm not so sure about that.

Nadia: Whatever you think..

We walked silently to the rest of the way. I could see the clouds gathering in the sky. They were all painted with a dark gray color and had hidden the bright sun. You'd think it was a late afternoon, not a morning. The bell sounded and like obedient soldiers we stand on the line.

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Class was going smoothly. I was trying to take part and generally be as formal as possible. I got up on the board at least three times. I was able to solve every exercise I was subjected to. My mind was running like a marathon. Occupational therapy, I think it's called.

When you turn to work to forget your problems. I was copying the order of numbers on the board when the guy next to me tripped me. My pencil made a dark line by deleting half my sentence of writing. I looked at him annoyed and he points his finger at the window.

It's decorated with small droplets of rain. With the tip of my pencil, I erased the line and noted the same thing once again. The bell didn't take long to ring, but the room wasn't empty. It was raining, which meant we couldn't get out.

It's always raining in my town in the fall, much, much more than you'd expect. Small, small groups formed in the hall and I got up to go for a walk to get a little out of the way, even though that was in the hallways. The situation here is almost similar. Everybody's sitting in with their friends. So far, I've never seen anyone else alone but me.