you were always something like a terrorist or crazy girl/boy, called by school, you hit students, some teachers were even afraid of you..you threw chairs or tables at students or out the window, you were suspended very often but that didn't help either, well..you had borderline and you had mental problems and family problems for you..the world was just so colorful and beautiful..but when you came home..to your father..everything was very bad..he used your body every night for satisfaction and he considered you his property..you had a lot of traumas but you never showed it because he always threatened to lock you up forever!

at some point a new teacher came, named Alex, he had already been told a lot about you but for some reason he wasn't afraid, he just carried on working and he even liked it and he had seen you very often and the things you did..but he always saw him smiling...but he often didn't think anything of it

"It was a new day at school, as always, you did a lot of stupid things and threw chairs again because you had another tantrum and made the teachers cry again and a teacher was running out of the classroom when she ran into Alex"