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Chapter 8 - Olivia

"Come on, Kiernan," I breathe as I drag my little sister, who can be really heavy if she wants, behind me. "But I do not want to go to that shitty school", she persistently contradicts me: "I do not know anybody there."

I sigh and stop. Why do fifteen-year-olds have to be so exhausting? I softly look at her: "I know, I'm fine, but we can not just bury our heads in the sand now."

Desperately, I try to scare her and make her positive. I want to say what Mom Kiernan would advise right now. She was always so much better at it than me. Not for the first time, I wish she was here to do that.

However, since she is not here, after a few seconds I decide to do it in my own way: "I really love you, little sister, but here you have to jump over your shadow and you're right, you have no friends here and you will not find any if you do not go in it now. "

She looks at me silently, but I'm not finished yet: "It's also totally impossible that there will not be anyone here who kind of finds you sympathetic, so swing your ass in the school building now, or I'll have to carry you."

While I was speaking, I became louder than I wanted to, and some students started looking over at us. Great, right on the first day in the new school I managed to embarrass myself. It was clear again!

She looks at me with a fixed look, but also a little uncertainty can be seen. I swallow. I really did not want to hurt her, but now she had to talk to her in plain English. "Sorry, sister, but that had to be, otherwise you can not break your stubbornness," I bite firmly on the lower lip: "And maybe there's a boy that you like." Grinning, I wink at her. "Or a girl," she notes. "True or a girl," I improve myself.

Last month, she confessed to me that she is bisexual, and therefore she is also a girl. Then I hugged her and told her it was not bad and she did not change that. That I am the first and only person to whom she has confided makes me proud even now.

"And now promise me that you will not disappear immediately, as soon as I turn around, but really go in," I demand of her. She rolls her eyes briefly and then raises her hand to swear: "I promise, if reluctantly."

"Good," I pull her into my arms, although she must be the most embarrassing, "Then I say goodbye now. You can do it without me." "But you are not without me," she says jokingly. At this moment, the school bell sounds, which means we have to go in now. I pat her gently on the back one last time and then join the stream of students, who are streaming into the building in droves.

Following the other students, I run disoriented through the corridors. Although Grandma, who signed me up in the place of Dad, said that I have to go to the secretariat first, but how is I supposed to know where that is now?

At some point I stop and try to speak to another student. So I stop at a locker and talk to a brunette girl. "Hey, I'm sorry I'm disturbing," I start, "But can you tell me where the secretariat is?" She turns around with a puzzled look, but puts on a smile when she sees me: "Um, sure, but unfortunately I'm very bad at explaining. Should I show you?" I have to grin. I know the scam myself. "Somebody probably does not feel like teaching," I say. She gives me a caught look: "Caught."

"I'll be fine," I reply and look at her pleadingly. Apparently, she understands the silent cry for help, closes her locker and puts on her backpack. With me in tow, the gait slowly begins to slither down the aisle. Most of the students have already disappeared in their classrooms.

"So, what bad subject are you trying to escape from, strangers?" I start the small talk. "Vor Chemie", she raises both eyebrows: "I just do not understand this atomic nonsense, how can I believe that everything should consist of very small particles, if that feels completely different to me?" She shows me with two fingers how small she holds said parts.

"What does that mean when you say 'if that feels different to me'?" I hiccup. "I do not know how to explain that", she stares at the ceiling with her eyes: "There is such a weird feeling when I go out into nature, it just does not feel like I'm small Surrounded by particles, but of real living things. " I did not have that kind of feeling yet, but it's definitely an interesting point of view, "I also look at the ceiling. Our conversation has something strange about it, but feels refreshing in another way. Simply talking to someone who does not know you yet and has no prejudices is great.

"By the way, I'm Kaitlyn", I really notice how her gaze leans on me from the side. "Hm," I shout and watch my shoe tips while I run.

"And with whom I have the pleasure," she tries to tease out more information about me. "Olivia Gomez", I compliant at her request, "The new." "So the last thing I could think about," she jokes.

We continue silently for a few more minutes and I soon start to wonder if the passage is endless, then it stops without warning. I go on briefly, because I have not checked what is going on, but then I stop too and turn around to her: "What is?" "We're here," she points to a door to my right and then looks at me with a look that looks as if it will hurt her that our ways are already here. However, I know that I have to go and can not walk around the hall any longer: "Okay, bye." Slowly I go to the door and just want to put my hand on the doorknob, I turn around again: "Thank you for showing me where to go." "Gladly," her smile is dull.

She starts pondering with her arms thoughtfully, but then turns around and disappears. Slowly she puts one foot in front of the other, as if she wants me to stop her. And although I would just like to do that, I just push the knob down and look at the office. This year, I'm focusing on school and nothing else.