There she was. The "freak" of her class. She always arrived late, and they classmate never cared about that.
She opened the door. Everyone laught at her face.
-Look at her! She's finally here!
-Hello there, you freak.
-Are you feeling freaky, like everyday?
-Ridiculous.
-Stupid.
-S-sorry...- She whispered. The teacher told her to enter, and that's what she did. She entered, walking slowly. She was dressed as always: A green t-shirt with a black jacket, blue jeans and high heeled black boots. Her schoolbag, which was gray, was decorated with anime designs, and a pin of her favorite character: Loki, the misunderstood god. She took her seat at the back of the room, where no-one could watch her. She pulled out her block and started to write and draw, think of her songs and think of her life.
She was a quiet girl. She liked to play piano and to compose lyrics in japanese and spanish. She loved to write and to sing. But no one could see her. Once, she tried to dance in front of her whole class, and they started to laugh immediately. She had to run to her seat, crying, so no one could watch her.
She was alone...
Every morning, she begged "Please, my dear Loki, give me the strenght to live". It seems he didn't. "We are one and the same", she said. "Why don't you hear me?".
Maybe she wasn't the one that Loki would bless...
She came back home. Her curtains were over the windows, and the room was dark. She started to think about her life. To think about her school. To think about her...God...
Why wouldn't he help her?
Then, a blue light started to shine in her room. She couldn't believe it.
Why are you crying?