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Eating paper

I love her confidence, she's not shy like me about those things.

"Why did you take so long?" she asks as she pulls out a pack of gum and offers me one.

I shrug in response.

I take a piece of gum and we get on our bikes to ride to school.

My neighborhood is very nice, middle class but in the most beautiful area of the capital. On average, the houses have two floors, porches, and beautiful gardens. I can't complain, I had to live in a very nice area.

“What happened? my friend asks as she looks at the house next to mine.

I look at the furniture that people are removing from the house of the Lee family. My mom told me that they sold the house and are moving because Mr. Lee was offered a good job in his country, Japan, and he is leaving with his wife and children.

“Mr. Lee got a good job in Japan and is leaving.

My friend smiles at me and looks at the house as she goes by.

"That's good, we'll have new neighbors," she says happily, "I hope she's not a cat lady."

I laugh at his quip and shrug as I blow the gum into a balloon and pop it.

"It wouldn't be bad to have a cat lady next door," I replied.

Regina looks at me strangely.

“Why not? she asks.

"They're adorable," I replied to her question.

“The cats? “I wanted to know while we were pedaling together.

"Noooo!" “My friend makes a disgusted face and then we both laugh”, disgusting.

I shrug and we continue on our journey talking about school gossip.

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Once we leave our bikes in the parking lot of the institute, we proceed to put on our backpacks, which were in the basket of our bikes.

I glanced around the parking lot looking at the student cars. There are some nice cars, but none like the parked Dodge Charger, or as I tell him, Toretto's car from Fast and Furious.

That car belongs to Eydan himself. It was given to him by his grandparents who have a chain of well-known food stores in the city. Yes, they earn well. I wish I had the luck of Eydan.

I stay in my place and watch how he parks the vehicle and gets out of it. Yes, quite a show...

Eydan Santor is six feet tall, dark” haired, with green eyes that you'll die for, black hair, muscles, a toothpaste commercial smile, and a model's bearing.

I watch as he gets out of the vehicle, attracting everyone's gaze and it even seems that suddenly everything is in slow motion and with sensual music...

Eydan wears blue jean pants, a white shirt, and a soccer team jacket.

God... how I wish I had my camera in my hands...

He walks towards us with a long and determined step... as I would like him to come and carry me in his arms. But no, all he does is walk past us.

"Hi ," he greets Regina and she waves back.

“ Hello, neighbor.

At that moment he fixed his green eyes on mine and nodded.

"Hey newspaper girl," he greets, turning to me.

Something happened at that moment.

I don't know what happened, but suddenly...

The cosmos collides with the galaxy.

The earth rotates in the opposite direction.

And the Chinese suddenly eat with a fork.

It's all the work of the Chinese...

But what happens is that my voice does not come out.

I suddenly forgot how to talk.

“Hi” hi” hi,” I stutter with an effort as I swallow, causing me to choke on my saliva and start coughing like the devil is about to break out.

Regina pats my back in concern and Eydan continues on his way, looking at me like I'm a weirdo.

I feel that all the heat from my body rushes to my cheeks and the only thing I can do is bring my hands to my face.

"I'm a fool," I chide myself.

Regina doesn't say anything, she can't either because the next thing that happens is the bell rings and we have to go to class.

"Come on, friend, you'll have another chance."

I shrug and walk to my algebra class. The train only passes once in a lifetime, some say.

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“I hate Algebra,” I said quietly, so my friend could hear me.

I looked at Regina, looking at me and smiling at me.

"I don't like it either," she answered low as she looked ahead at Mr. Vikram who is writing on the blackboard, "except with that old man."

I laugh at her disgusted face and watch her quickly draw on a piece of paper, which she discreetly passes to me.

I unfold the paper before his attentive gaze and I hear a clearing of the throat, but I don't pay attention to it because I'm opening the paper.

In it is a drawing of Vikram, characterized as Shrek the ogre while shouting "Grrrr".

I laugh, covering my mouth and looking to my side, at my friend who is looking straight ahead as she taps the desk with her pencil.

"Just the same," I said under my breath.

At that moment, I see that my friend was looking at me and looking in front of me. And all it takes is for me to swallow hard and smile innocently as I crumple the paper in my hand and begin to tear it into pieces.

“Stop doing that, Ms. Tyson,” I heard a deep voice say.

I look up while smiling innocently, just like Dulce, my little sister, does. But I think it doesn't work for me that much.

Mr. Vikram frowns at me from behind his bottle-bottom glasses, uncrosses his arms, and holds out his hand for me to hand over the paper.

I pretended not to understand before the watchful eyes of all my colleagues and I gave him a nervous handshake.

“Nice to meet you,” I say as I wave my hand and smile innocently, praying she doesn't grab the paper. At that moment, I thought to myself, “God, it's me again."

"I can't say the same," he answers as he takes one of the corners of the paper that I have in my other hand.

I won't let go and he doesn't let go, so we start pulling each one of his ends so that the other doesn't keep the paper.

We look at each other defiantly and I tug at the paper, but I see it start to tear on my side.

Then, I see Regina doing another drawing and she winks at me. I know what to do.

The evasive tactic 33”12.

“The director! I yelled as I pointed toward the teacher's back. He turns, quickly forgetting the paper, and I take advantage of the momentary distraction to put it in my mouth and take the paper that my friend handed me and leave it on my table.

At that moment, the professor turned around with an even bigger frown. Look at the paper on my table and I don't know what my friend drew, but I hope it's something good.

"Give me that," the professor snaps and takes the paper in his hands.

I cross my fingers behind my back and smile with the paper between my tongue and palate.

I see Vikram loosen his brows and look at me with a kind of curiosity. The professor swallows and puts the paper in his pocket.

"When class is over, I want to talk to you," is the only thing he utters and I nod, unable to speak.

When he turns around, I take the paper out of my mouth and look at my friend with confusion. She shrugs and looks ahead.

"Front view," says the teacher, so that the students stop looking at the back, which is where we usually sit.

The class quickly ends, and I gather my things and trudge to the teacher's desk once all my classmates have left. Regina whispers to me that she's waiting for me outside and I nod.

Once my friend leaves, the teacher invites me to sit in front of his desk. He is a man in his thirties, with brown hair, slim, and always wears dress pants, a shirt, and a tie. It is not ugly, but it is not very graceful either. Rather, it has a neutral appearance.

"Angie," he began by saying.

He puts his hands under his chin, as a support, and looks at me.