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Newspaper girl

"What," I replied.

Vikram runs a hand through his short hair and sighs.

“Look Angie, you flatter me, but as my student, I must tell you that you can't keep distracting yourself. This is a class and even if you flatter me, I would prefer that you keep your feelings to yourself, mainly because you are a girl and I am a man.

The more he keeps talking, the less I understand.

"Wait wait, what are you talking about?" I asked, stunned.

The teacher puts the drawing on the table and then I can look at it.

I'm going to kill Regina.

Drawing is the teacher...

With some hearts

Damn daughter of his...

“Angie? “ the teacher spoke to me “ I need this not to happen again.

I stood up and made the drawing.

“Yes, professor, I'm sorry, I promise this won't happen again.

Vikram nods and I leave the room. Not before making a ball with paper and throwing it in the trash can.

When I leave the classroom, Regina is waiting for me. The next class is Science.

What were you thinking about that drawing? I ask annoyed when I leave the classroom and she is waiting for me with a smile.

Regina shrugs and laughs.

“Revenge is a dish that is served cold “she answers between laughs, and I can't do anything but laugh.

I can't be mad at her for the drawing. Last week, I did the same to her history teacher. Only the drawing she was reprimanded for was a little hotter, for her sexy line.

I remember that I put "I love the story". Yes, I know, very sensual. At least for the history teacher.

“You're evil,” I told her as we walked to our other class.

Science is a subject that we share with Eydan, so I walked quickly to get to the classroom as soon as possible.

Once in the classroom, my friend and I sit at the back as usual and from time to time I glance at Eydan, who always sits in the front.

"Good morning, class," began Ms. Cruz, a short, friendly woman in her fifties, "as you already know, it is customary every year that we hold a science fair."

I nodded my head. I have always liked science fairs but I never participated. My sister won several during her time in high school.

“This Science fair is different since the best project will go to a competition with the other schools in the province and there is great recognition for the winning institution “she pauses while smiling,”,, and this year we are going to win.

We all laugh at the triumphant expression on the teacher's face, so she continues speaking.

“They have two weeks to prepare a project in groups of three, which will be chosen at random.

My friend and I looked at each other, hoping that we would play as a group together, and I crossed my fingers so that I could also play with Eydan. It would be a good opportunity to get closer to him.

Ms. Cruz goes through the seats at random, asking the students to take out a piece of paper that has two names written on it of the two classmates that will form their team, watching how the groups are formed.

As he passes by me, he doesn't ask me to put my hand in the bag, but Regina does. It is not enough for everyone to grab, but a quarter of the students.

I ask God to touch me with my friend and Eydan.

“Ready guys, open your papers and say the names of your classmates.

My friend looks at me and shows me her fingers crossed and then opens her paper to read the names.

"My group is Eydan and..." My heart is pounding. I wanted him to say my name but instead, she said "Tomas."

I close my eyes with resignation and my friend looks at me with pity. I know she wanted to be with me.

I just have to see who I'm with.

The other students reveal the names of their classmates until it is the turn of the last girl with paper, a new student with whom I have never spoken. She has the paper with my name on it, even though there are only two of us. One more student will be missing.

When she says my name she smiles at her and I hold up my hand to let her know it's me and she smiles back.

Alright, I'll have to meet the new one, I say to myself with resignation.

Once the class is over, the new girl gives me her phone number and I go with my friend without further ado.

When we leave the classroom, Eydan and the boy approach her and talk to her. The talk is brief, Regina exchanges numbers and I stare at everything in silence while the three speak in front of me.

I feel a little envious, but I avoid that emotion as much as I can and smile.

Eydan looked at me briefly.

"Newspaper girl, are you okay?" “he asked. I don't understand what he's referring to and he seems to realize it from my confused face and then he clarifies with a smile, "Because of the cough earlier today.

So I smile and tell him that I'm fine, although he no longer pays attention to me, but says goodbye and leaves.

After the boys left, my friend and I walked to the parking lot.

“Calm down Angie, we have to take advantage of this opportunity. I'm going to speak well of you to Eydan. She sees this as an opportunity. I'll be your cupid “ My friend's words comfort me, so I'll leave it up to her. She is a good matchmaker.

I leave everything in the hands of Cupid.

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“And this is how babies are born “I finished saying to my little sister, who had to interview an adult, for a school assignment on the biological processes of the body. She chose childbirth even though she could have chosen menstruation, which was easier to explain.

Dulce looks at me with notebook and pencil in hand and with her mouth open.

I don't know if I broke his little brain or something, because she has eyes like elsewhere but with a grimace of disgust and astonishment, and his mouth ajar.

Maybe I was too explicit for her age.

I mean, maybe having a great deal of detail about the natural birth process for an eight-year-old girl is a lot.

"Woouu," is what she says when he seems to stop imagining the whole scene, "remind me not to have children," she ends up saying with a determined face.

“You are eight years old. Sweetie, you may want to have children in the future, but that's okay.

She nods as she rests her notebook and pencil on my bed, on which we sit cross” legged, like Indians. She had been sitting on my bed for a few minutes because she needed an adult to answer her and, since Marisa wasn't there and our parents hadn't arrived yet, she decided that I was an adult, even though I had just turned eighteen. She said it was the closest thing she could find at that time. I didn't know whether to be flattered or offended.

“Before that, I cut off my testicles.

I looked at her and started laughing. She crosses her arms, not understanding why I laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked curiously.

“You don't have testicles, Dulce.

At that, I saw my little sister look at me with wide eyes and then seem to let out a sigh of relief.

“What happens? I asked curiously.

“Thank goodness Angie, I couldn't find them and I thought I should tell Mommy to take me to the doctor.

My sister finishes saying that and I can't help but burst out laughing. I already imagine the situation. My little sister is going to tell my parents to take her to the doctor because she doesn't have testicles.

Dulce gathers her things and jumps from my bed to the floor.

"Thank you, Angie, I owe you one," she thanks, and leaves the room with a smile on her face, glad she doesn't have testicles.

God, my little sister is one of those that doesn't exist.

I look at my watch and it's 8:49 p.m. My parents are arriving in half an hour. My sister Marisa has been out with some friends and Dulce is entertained by watching a video of childbirth, or at least that's what she told me she was going to do. So I take the opportunity to get up. I get out of my bed and go to lock my bedroom door and then walk to my window to lock it and then drop the curtain.

When I'm sure of some privacy, I turn off the light on the ceiling and turn on a small lamp that gives a much dimmer light, I take off my school uniform, which I hadn't taken off yet, and I go to look for the white box that is under my bed.