Chapter 3

—Be careful, idiot!" If you keep going like this, you'll wake her up —I hear someone mutter.

—Shut up, you make me more nervous!

I feel something cold running across my forehead and I can't help complaining as I search for a more comfortable position to continue sleeping. I feel the same coldness again in the same place and I frown in annoyance.

I slowly open my eyes heavily, forgetting my beautiful dream with the succulent Shawn Mendes. Little by little my vision adjusts to the clarity of my room, allowing me to see Jess, who is extremely close to me, and Michelle behind her. They both watch me squeezing a smile.

—What's going on? —My voice comes out hoarse.

I squeeze my eyes with my fingers to eliminate what little sleep I have left and I get up remaining seated.

They both keep looking at me without saying a single word, but with a mockery evident in their eyes. I look closely at Jess and only then do I notice that in his right hand he is holding a bare black marker.

—Absolutely nothing. By the way, can you tell me your experience of how you survived the unnameable, chosen one?— "Wait ... what? Either Michelle is crazy or, well, she's crazy ... she waits!" Jess had a marker in hand when I woke up.

Of course not!

The memory of having felt something cold comes back to me, by inertia I put my hand to my forehead, and hearing Michelle's laugh, I run straight to the bathroom in my room and stop in front of the mirror.

I scream with all my might, and it's not just because of the fact that I stubbed my toe while running over here, but also because I have Harry Potter's scar drawn on my forehead.

—But what's wrong with you two —I shout as I enter the place where those who claim to be my friends are —is it assumed that now I'm the chosen one? I know they like Harry Potter but I never imagined that they would be able to turn me into him —I point to the mark that Jess drew on my forehead, Michelle tries to hold back her laughter, but since she always can't,"—I hope it can be removed.

I take a deep breath to try to calm myself down, after all this joke is not as heavy as the others, at least they are lowering their level of evil ... that has to be a good thing.

—I'm sorry to inform you that it's permanent. —They both smile sheepishly and run out of the room.

I withdraw my thoughts from seconds ago, they will never stop making a joke that does not have collateral damage. I put as much air as I can into my lungs and run off hunting for those two.

After trying to kill them for making me Harry Potter, I went to take a bath to remove the mark, it didn't disappear, I did everything but nothing, the damn mark was still noticeable, so I would have to go to school with my hair covering my forehead so that no idiot would notice and bully me for the rest of my time at school.

—Hey Blake, today is uniform day,—Michelle informs me, heck I forgot.—Don't tell me that the idiot you're dating has you that stupid.

Well no, it's not him, it's just the beautiful boy who yesterday had the audacity to create a romance between me and the ground.

—Is not that..

I take off my clothes and take my uniform, blue shirt, black skirt and tie of the same color as the skirt.

—Idiot, you can't fool us, we've known you for three years and we know that when you're more clueless than usual it's because of a boy, but if you don't want to talk we're not going to force you,—Jess says without taking her eyes off her phone. .

I put my things in my backpack and we went down to have breakfast, my mother and my brother's seal were on the table. When he saw me he took out the entire plate that contained the toasts and wrapped it in his arms. He sticks out his tongue and smiles.

—I can not believe it!— Liam screams and puts both hands to his cheeks adopting a surprised face, I look at him intrigued and now what fly bites him? —I feel privileged to be the brother of the chosen one.—He points to the mark on my forehead, everyone laughs except me, even my mother laughs.

I grunt in response to her ridiculous comment and straighten my hair to hide the mark.

—Enough, Liam!—I smile when I hear my mother's intervention. —Don't bother her, she might make you levitate with her wand.— Oh but what a resourceful mother, I can't believe she's laughing at me, well,actually I do.

After several jokes about the mark on my forehead, we finished breakfast. I took my backpack and started the way to school with my friends.

I thank God that today the sun was not strong and I could wear my hair down. After ten minutes of walking we arrived at the establishment called "The school", better known to us as "The juvenile prison".

The place was full of young people, some were laughing, others were chatting and there were even those who teased the women for having their skirts excessively short.

—Today they will deliver the final schedules. — I looked at Jess, I didn't understand what he meant, the hours were supposed to have already been defined. — They decided to make a change, again. —Sigh, who would think of making a change in the schedules almost in the middle of the year? Of course, our director.

I walk making space between all the students to go to the secretary. Upon arrival there is a huge queue, so we waited about fifteen minutes to receive our new schedule. The three of us started reading it at the same time.

—How lucky we have all the classes together —says Jess. I put the paper in my backpack and keep walking.

—I have my contacts.— Michelle winks at us, hinting that she had something to do with it.

I don't pay much attention to it and I stay silent. Over and over, the scene of what happened yesterday with that boy comes back to me. It's impossible to stop thinking about it and I don't understand why.

— Enough! This scares me— Michelle approaches me and takes me by the shoulders, getting dangerously close to me, maybe this would be uncomfortable for other people but not for me, I was used to it— Blake, you haven't said anything since we left your room, You already scared me, tell me what's wrong, woman! —She screams as she shakes me. Her look is desperate, she is very worried.

I let go of her hold, I'm about to answer her but I'm interrupted.

—He's more of an idiot than normal, although now that I think about it it's impossible, he can't be more of an idiot than he is, he has already reached the highest level. —Her horrible voice pierces my ears, just listening to her ruins my day. I take a deep breath before turning around and looking at her.

She was nothing more than Anna, my former best friend, she was just another prototype of the perfect girlfriend, according to men. She had fair skin, dyed blonde hair, a perfect body, and green eyes. If they only knew that she is actually a harpy who manipulates people at her whim.

— Get out of here, Anna, if you don't want me to break your nose again—I spat the words furiously.

I just can't stand it, since I started my friendship with Michele and Jess, she has dedicated herself to annoying us, but not as much as Before, everything changed since Anna pushed Jess against a garbage can, that day I felt anger running through my body, on an impulse I jumped on her and without thinking twice I hit her on the nose with all my might. The positive thing was that she broke her nose and they had to operate on her, at least they removed her parrot nose.

Hearing my words, her face is frightened.

— I don't want problems with savages— She begins to walk shaking her hips and, as always, behind her her lapdog Gabriela.

— It's time to go to class —I say and start walking to the classroom with my friends behind. I took a deep breath for the anger to disappear, I don't want to go in a fury.

I feel an arm on my shoulders, my eyes look for the owner of such a gesture and I meet Cody's blue eyes. His eyes take me to the memory of what happened yesterday, I tried to erase that boy from my mind and focus on the person in front of me.

—Hi, doll —Smile, I try to tell my friends to go ahead but they already did. I hate that they do that, they are not even able to say hello.

After talking with Cody for a moment, we decided to go out together in the afternoon.

I run to get to class and when I get to the classroom I see that my friends are sitting in the last row. I don't doubt it and I go to them.

The classes went by quickly, now we were in stupid music classes. The teacher explained and explained but nobody paid attention to him.

After he finished explaining, God knows what, he gave us all an instrument called a transverse flute.

—This looks like a tube with holes in it —protests Michelle.

And she was right, after the teacher explained to us how it was played, we all tried to make it sound, but nothing, I was running out of air and couldn't make even a stupid noise, in a fit of frustration I threw the flute to the ground.

—Miss Shepard, go to the address —orders the teacher.

I obey in silence.

When I am leaving the classroom I hear the laughter of my friends. Incredible, for throwing a simple instrument I earned two hours of punishment, a stupid warning would have been enough, nor would it have been a serious crime or that it would have hit someone.