That night, Dad had made me my favorite salad after seeing me worried after school, (and because we were both getting sick of pizzas) I told him it was nothing; While he ate, he told me about those boys and how he had scolded the other two, but it seemed like they didn't care, and took the opportunity to reproach me because I had disappeared too quickly; I mean, yes, I cared about them, and it bothered me that I couldn't do anything to help them with that pair of idiots, but I was worried a little more about that boy who had seen me. My dad kept looking at me worried;

-Did you have any other problems with someone else?-.

-No, but... I think one of your boys saw me-. Dad continued eating carelessly.

-And...?-.

I really didn't want to sound like I was ashamed or something, but dad had already seen in my eyes what worried me and tried to calm me down.

-I think there would only be a problem if those guys were all friends, and from what I could see today... I really doubt he'll tell anyone else-.

-But it could cause you some troubles-. He took my hand and just answered:

-That will have been worth it-.

I think at that moment, we both decided to change the topic, Dad started saying that he planned to "donate" the pizzas we had left to the school for the Halloween dance and he asked me if I still had changed my mind about going; I told him no (and that I would probably never be able to change my mind), he knew he shouldn't insist, because it wouldn't end well.

Honestly, with my usual clothes, some things I brought from home, and my bow and arrows, I think I could have perfectly dressed up as Katniss Everdeen, I was pretty sure it would be something original in a school like that. I could already see all of them, the "geeks" dressed as characters from some video game, Yasmine and her friends dressed as princesses or something like that and their boyfriends would be their princes. But I was still so angry because of jokes, because of the ones they made (and would make) to me, and the ones they surely made to those boys every day. That was one of the best reason that we would both understand later.

The next day, I just simply said goodbye to my father, my great-grandparents, and my furry baby and got into my old van that emanated that healing aura that always did me good that not even all the rich kids at that school could turn it off. Before my first class, I didn't run into Yasmine at any time, fortunately, only a couple of times with one of yesterday's bullies who was holding hands with Sam, at first, I couldn't believe it, because someone like Sam couldn't be with an idiot like that, right? But yes, for a mini-second I thought about approaching those two, but a small part of me told me that it wasn't the right time, because what could I say to her that would sound credible? Anyway, he was going to defend himself, I confirmed that I shouldn't get involved as soon as I saw the girls approach the lovebirds, and Yasmine gave me the same look of disgust as yesterday and the small group walked away. With a little luck, I wouldn't run into any of them in the next few hours.

I entered my first class and sat at an empty table waiting for my next presentation in front of a bunch of strangers who looked more or less pleasant, when suddenly the boys I saw falling down yesterday in my father's class entered, I took out my "divergent" book and covered my face with it, since one of them had also seen me yesterday, while I was hiding behind the gym's bleachers.

I think it seemed strange to them, because I bet no one there read anything else but fashion magazines and comics, so no one dared to bother me. When a teacher arrived without much desire to teach, I thought that I wouldn't really have to introduce myself in front of everyone, and I would go unnoticed with that boy, until he forgot that he had seen me before; After some minor difficulties in being able to pronounce my last name, I dared to correct him from my seat and he invited me to introduce myself in front of everyone. I had no choice but to accept. I tried to appear friendly to everyone, but when I said my last name, I looked at them with a face like "I dare you to laugh", that boy looked at me as if he had just discovered something new, he tried to talk to his friend although he didn't pay much attention to him. Although, after that minute, I was no longer so nervous, I still continued looking at those boys from time to time. When class finally ended and I put my things away, that boy admired the cover of my book from his table:

-Nothing like a good classic-.

I just looked at him with a face of disbelief.

-Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners? My name is Demetri-. he offered me his hand.

I hesitated for a second, but I agreed and shook his hand.

-Nice to meet you-.

He came slightly closer and told me, almost whispering.

-You're the girl from the gym-. he told me smiling. I got tense.

-I know the reason why you went there, and for your information, you are not the first to do something like that-. I became even more tense.

-Do you?-. Maybe Dad and I are a lot more alike than we both like to admit.

-You went to admire Kyler, right?-.

-I...-.

-It's okay, friend, there are many girls here who sneak into our classes to watch him while hit us-. I tried to act surprised with all the "merits" of that idiot; Demetri ended by telling me not to get my hopes up because he had a girlfriend.

-Oh no!- I said with my best fake sadness. and told me that my secret was safe with them (with him and his friend, Eli) because among marginalized people we had to help each other; Although, obviously, he asked me in exchange for that, if any other girl asked, to tell them that they had incited them to fight. I decided to play his little game, because I didn't think anyone cared who had started that stupid fight, although I would soon realize that it wasn't just them who liked to lie to everyone.

I put on my headphones, I no longer wanted to listen to anyone, and went to the bathroom, and there was Yasmine, putting on makeup, as always, Sam was smiling at her phone and the other girl was sitting on the sink, trying to quickly hide something in her bag, Sam greeted me with his pleasant smile but Yasmine just looked at me with her usual contempt, I left my backpack over the sink and went into one of the cubicles, I wasn't worried, I didn't have any valuables that could be stolen from me, All those things were resting in my houses or I carried them with me, but I regretted it, because from there when I took out the headphones I could hear them start to whisper:

-Give me that and let's put it here-.

-Yasmine-. They both said at the same time.

-Oh, Come on, Moon, I'm pretty sure you can get more of this, can't you?-.

-Why are you doing this?-. I heard Sam complain.

-Did you see that piece of crap she arrived in today? I bet she would like this, believe me, she can thank me later, it's a free gift-. I heard her say mockingly.

A minute later, I heard the door close, and I knew I could get out of there. What was it that those three had put inside my backpack? I couldn't see anything slimy dripping from there, so I didn't worry too much, when I was about to open it, the bell rang and I had to leave to my next class; Whatever that was, if it wasn't liquid or something of that nature, I thought it could wait without any problem. In my next class, there was this whole little group, although they were all too busy chatting with each other, so they all ignored me; I sat alone again. When I started to take out my things, I felt that Sam wanted to tell me something, but Yasmine stopped her. Just when the teacher arrived, a small plastic bag with something green inside fell out of my backpack, I didn't need to see more, that bitch had donated her precious weed to me.

I tried to grab it before anyone noticed, but the big guy had already grabbed it.

-"Uh, you don't mind, do you, darling?"-.

I just ignored him, and he started proudly bragging about his new possession with his friend, I thought it was all over and I was just waiting for that damn class to start (I don't think I ever waited for a class like I did at that time); When the teacher noticed that little commotion, he approached them and although that guy tried to hide it, they had already taken it out of his hands. He began to excuse himself saying that it wasn't his.

-And then? Who is the proud owner of this?-.

As soon as Yasmine raised her perfect, manicured little hand.

-It's from that girl McDonald-. Everyone laughed. She didn't even dare to look at me, neither did Sam, nor Moon.

-That's not true, I don't smoke that stuff-. I protested furiously.

The teacher hadn't even heard me when he asked me out, when I passed by Yasmine's table, I whispered "bitch", I tried to say it without the teacher hearing me, I didn't need any more trouble. The teacher only started asking me when I had started smoking, and if I had gotten it there at school, he sounded strangely interested. I continued in my position that this weed was not mine, I thought about accusing Yasmine but then I realized that there was no point, and that no one was going to believe me.

-Aren't you the girl with the van?-. the teacher was trying to figure me out.

-Well yes, but that doesn't prove anything-.

Let's make something very clear, I didn't have any Bob Marley painted on my van, I just had a white peace sign drawn right on the front, something that according to my parents, had been there for at least thirty years, a credit to the previous owners, but I think that for everyone that was more than enough to say that I was a hippie or something, and no one bothered to listen to our side of the story (Mom told me that not even Louisa had believed her first time).

The teacher kept looking at me with distrust, I had become very insolent, when I was about to open my mouth once again, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

-What is the problem here?-. Dad said.

The teacher, after greeting him cordially, began to say that he was taking "that young lady" to the principal's office. Dad just smiled and said that he would take me and that it wasn't worth neglecting his other students for me. My teacher just nodded and let go of my arm. When we were both sure that there was no one in the hallway, he asked me:

-So, what's the problem here now?-.