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Here we go again,I think,still lying in my usual,I stand up with a jump,reisting the desire of continue in bed.A mental list passes through my head:Find Helen,ignore Scarlet and the popular girls,catch my grandma´s book,drink my morning dose of caffeine and catch the bus to the Ohio Public School or the school of snobbish jerks,as I prefer to call 30 minutes,I am ready or at least physically ready to go.I wait for the bus and already let my headphones the bus arrives,I make sure the music is at full blast and only then I enter.I sit beside Helen,the closest person I have in music drowns the volumn of the voice of my colleagues but I can still hear the mean comments that are coming from my of the comments are "What about the elf Olsen,how is it going? Or things like ,elfs,one of the more extraordinary creatures in the world,creatures I made the mistake of mentioning outloud.I could remember the episode really month ago,March 28,in my literature Pittsburg was looking for a victim to the questions she tend to ask every single class.I wasn't really paying attention to her class,to distracted and entertained with the mythologic book I inherited from when Eva Pittsburg pronounces my name and asks what was Shakespeare doubt ,I falter then,all the students started to take the mickey out of me,doing jokes and doing everything they can to annoy and the popular girls turned me in their main victim and the school,my worse and I approach because of the hate we shared aginst the popular students and all that they ´s say we teamed up as a solidarity between the this flashback passes thorugh my mind with those words and it is only interrupted by our arrival in the school.I walk through the main aisle,noticing all the looks in my direction,noticing all the people pointing and me and whispering and laughing about I wish I was invisible I wish I was only the orphan no one ever payed attention ,Chemistry laboratory,and Languages.I was almost all the class wasn't understanding but I did,.I tried to be nice with the people that humillated me,pathetic I thought immediately after I answered a boy´s did I hates the smile the boy leads to me and to be the discapable human being only she knows how to ,she screams:,of course,how dumb we are,who taught you that Trixie,oooh,I know,your friend elf right?All the class start to laugh.I feel the adrenile and the anger passing my the bells rings,I run out of the schoolwithout even talking to would understand. I feel my eyes starting to get a bit wet and the tears streaming down my face.I run as fast I can,the direction?I don't know,I just want to be far away from this the street,the tears completely difficulting my vision.I hear the noise of a car horn and all turns black.