There was something I had forgotten about kids. They were mean. Really, mean with each other and with every one who was different. Jonas was basically your average kid.
Looking at him, there was nothing different about him. But there was me. The sister he had been waiting for and that nobody believe existed.
"She is not your sister, she is just the baby sitter because you are a baby," a boy, a little taller than Jonas said as he waved at me.
I had the feeling that just because he had talked about me a couple of times at school, Jonas had to deal with that crap a lot. He turned to the boy.
"Of course she is my sister and she is way prettier than yours."
The taller boy pushed him.
"Liar, you don't have a sister, you are all alone because you are just a liar."
I had to do something but I was afraid of making it worse and then I remembered that my mother went many times to see the teacher to explain that they shouldn't let me go with my father even if he was to come pick me up at school. So I walked passed the grid.
"Jonas, can you show me your classroom?" I said as the bell rang.
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