The young man stared at the group of people in front of him. Every one of them carefully avoided his gaze, focusing on frivolous (I hate that word, I prefer it in French) things. The teenager, who was alone in front of this small group, looked confused. This seemed to irritate the spokesman of the group.
-I don't understand what you are saying, da?
He bent his head on the left, accentuating the visibility of his incomprehension. Some of them began to shiver from the fear they were feeling. They were scared of the Russian. He was able to say some horrible things and give you an innocent look, he frightened everyone with this manic to replace his yes by some da. A boy with blond hair and green eyes walked slowly; even so, he seemed very uncomfortable to express his opinion to the Russian.
-Ivan, we decided that… that for the moment we needed to distance ourselves from you. He said with a tremor in his voice. You just did some things that we didn't really appreciate, you know? Don't take it personally but…
His purple eyes widened in surprise. That was a joke, right? He hadn't done anything wrong, wasn't it? This little fight between Alfred and him was just a game: he just broken one of his legs, no? That was his way to have fun, for Ivan, this was perfectly normal.
-You abandon me? He asked quietly, his voice full of emotions.
The other teenagers began to shiver, hoping that Ivan would not explode in front of them. That was pretty rare but when the Russian was angry, he was extremely dangerous and violent. That was not for nothing that the specials educators of the school were taking care of him.
-No, Ivan. That's just because…
The teenager backed off, creating a distance between the Russian and Him. Even so, Ivan was able to look innocent but he wasn't stupid. He only realized his errors after having committing them. He was really impulsive, but that was a thing that Ivan didn't understand.
-Arthur, don't worry. I'm alright.
He turned around and left the group. Wiping his face with the sleeve of his school uniform and asking himself where all that water was coming from, Ivan got out of the building and left the school grounds. He didn't feel well enough too follow his next classes. Even so, the young man will have to return too take the bus. Ivan was living far from school in a little cottage with his two sisters. At four, he returned and sat at his usual place in the yellow vehicle. A few minutes later, when students began to come out of their respective classes, a young Chinese man sat beside him. A smile lightened up his face.
-Hello, Ivan. He said joyfully. Are you alright, aru?
The Russian ignored him, hurting the poor young man. Ivan knew that Yao was a really gentle person, but he didn't want to lose him like all the others. He was his best friend after all; maybe he should leave him alone for some days. At that moment, a tall blonde girl entered in the bus. Natalia was the little sister of Ivan. She had a menacing expression painted on the face and stared at Yao, who was always trying to talk to his dear big brother. She was obsessed by the idea of marrying and becoming one with Ivan. That's why she was so possessive and treated the Chinese like a vulgar grease stain on her brand new dress.
-Yao maybe should let big brother Ivan alone. She said darkly while sitting beside her brother.
The poor young man curled up on himself, turning around to stare at the others students in the back of the vehicle. He didn't talk until the two Russian got out of the bus and watched them walking towards their home.
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That night, Ivan was alone. He was staring at the wall of his room with attention, as if he was trying to project himself in the picture painted on it. His big sister made come to life a beautiful sunflower field on the four walls, which were white and unoriginal before they came to live in the cottage. The big golden flowers were similar to the eyes of Yao, sparkling with joy and malice, making him a better person every time he saw them.
-But I don't have anything to do here, da? He murmured.
He turned around and saw snowflakes falling from the winter sky. Ivan sighed; the weather in Canada looked like the cold days in Russia. He opened the window of his room, which was facing a blank field, but turned his gaze up to the black sky. It was cold and wind blew a little. Ivan saw an airplane, flying above the clouds and liberty. He really hoped that those things could make wishes come true.
-Never mind…
He putted his long and warm coat, grabbed his white scarf and jump from the window. He landed lightly on the carpet of snow, formed by the last flakes fell from the sky on ice. Ivan needed to gat away from there as fast as he could, forget everything should be good too.