* say a sad hello * Is my ff really so bad that you couldn't write a single pickup? * howl *
Please write at least for the 1st correct chap mal n come * all pleading *
your rhena

And here it comes:

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In the second math lesson


Rhena had been to many different schools and it was always the same. The students were afraid of her, avoided her. The teachers - even a few psychologists - had tried to explain ... at some point in every conversation the word "strange charisma" or "aura" was used. Nevertheless, she had managed to make herself independent.
The classroom was on the first floor, she looked out the window, saw the trees, the meadow, the hedge and the house beyond. It was nice here. Everything so green ...
With her eyes closed she searched for her inner life, her world. In the big orange that the rays of the sun caused through her eyelids.And soon she found that special feeling again. It made her sad. As if she had lost something, as if her soul remembered something, something that she had once possessed and that had been brutally taken away from her ... However, she felt very secure. This space behind her eyes also radiated a great calm.
Rhena completely forgot that she was in a classroom that was unfamiliar to her and that the many other students were sitting around her. She must have thought she was totally stupid, the way she sat with her eyes closed ... and right. She turned her inner eye on her classmates. The others looked at her in amusement and whispered. It puked Rhena. But she was mad at herself:

But she contradicted herself inside, her feelings had switched from anger at herself to anger at her classmates:

But that wasn't the whole truth either, as she admitted to herself. Slowly she opened her eyes with a sigh, because she couldn't stand the giggles and had heard her name:
"Rhena, I asked you whether you understood the proportions and could solve this problem," repeated Ms. Nast.
Rhena knew she had special gifts that others did not have and suspected that it must have something to do with the feeling that she had when her eyes were closed. So she used another "skill".
Her thoughts traveled back in time and in a matter of seconds went through the explanations that Ms. Nast had given. The feeling broke out in her again ... the feeling of sadness and security. Everything blurred in front of her eyes, the individual details seemed to become a whole, she heard the voices of the teacher and all other people only as echoes of herself ... Everything seemed to flow into her, into her heart.She knew that the others would only begin to sense that something strange was happening in Rhena. Actually, she didn't want to use her skills straight away, because she had already looked at everyone with her inner gaze ... Now her classmates would become even more suspicious, the fear of the abnormal in her subconscious would ripen even faster ...
What a bummer, why wasn't she paying attention ?! She could have disappeared into her dream world this afternoon ... She was angry about her lack of caution and felt how the power showed her everything that the teacher had said during the lesson. It flowed from her heart into her mind and then she knew the answer to her teacher's question. All of this took only a fraction of a second for the others and Rhena got up to write down the solution to the task (read: to draw the line). She knew it had happened exactly as she had expected ... the other classmates had noticed - despite the brevity of the incident - that something unusual had happened and she felt the doubtful and critical looks on her back. 'she scholls herself.
Then the doorbell rang - she had got the job right - and looked around for others to go through the break with.

thought Nathalie.
So she went up to Rhena and asked:
"Hello. My name is Nathalie and these are Daniela, Leonie and Isabelle. You can go through the break with us."
Forgotten were the strange feelings that everyone had felt and forgotten was the mistrust - but not completely, a seed of it remained in each one, ready to sprout again with every further strange feeling, with every further occurrence and slowly from the topsoil of the subconscious to the conscious to grow, to open the flower there and to stimulate more and more thoughts to grow.Rhena nodded slightly and got up. Nathalie's eyes opened again, who seemed to be so knowing ...
thought Rhena, smiled, and let her gaze wander through the classroom.
Since she had always had a hard time dividing rooms in meters, all she could say was that the room was rectangular.
She had been to many classrooms before. In how many actually? Oh whatever.
If you looked from the door, the wall was on the right and the blackboard was hanging on it. The room continued to the left with all the benches that were set up in a U-shape. From the blackboard to the left on the wall - that is the longer side of the rectangle - there was a pin board with photos, the security roster and a few other pieces of paper. Then a long, wide strip of paper over the pin board, probably a project in English about the holidays in the country and their months.Pretty colorful that part. On the other short wall, opposite the wall with the blackboard, she saw that index cards were stuck on with the characteristics of the short story. Actually a perfectly normal classroom. The wall to the right of the wall with the blackboard and opposite the wall with the pin board and the English project consisted entirely of three large tilt windows that could only be opened completely if you had the right key to them. The teachers probably had that, since opening the windows completely without a teacher was forbidden anyway. On all the walls (except for the one with the blackboard) there were posters of famous pop stars that were often torn or stuck together into funny motifs such as a woman's body with a man's head. The posters ensured that the classroom stood out from the typical gray-on-gray classrooms.
"Are you coming? What's your name again?" 'Asked Nathalie, who was getting impatient. In general, it seemed as if she was setting the tone in her clique.
"Rhena. I just took a closer look at the classroom."
With that she got up and left the classroom with Nathalie and her clique to get into the hallway. There she saw the typical gray-on-gray again. In front of the classroom there was a railing about 1.5 meters away (I guess). If you walked about 3 meters to the right from the door, the stairs on the left led downwards. Straight ahead were steps that led to the chemistry and bio rooms. On the right side - on the wall where the door to her classroom was - there were more doors to other classrooms. If you looked over the stairs from Rhena's classroom, you looked through an air space at the center, a large hall near the door to the outside and enclosed by windows on the outside.Opposite Rhena's classroom, beyond the air space, there is a corridor - the corridor walls made of glass - with further classrooms.
Nathalie, Daniela, Leonie, Rhena and Isabelle, who was only called Isa by everyone, went down the stairs and turned to the right. Also here more classrooms. An Anna was waiting there, who was standing in front of a classroom and apparently also belonged to the troupe. Everyone lined up at the kiosk after Rhena Anna was introduced.
Rhena didn't yet know what to think of all of this. Frau Nast - she had noticed - seemed nice. Did the teachers all be nice? Sometimes she did not have a strong personality and mostly - unintentionally - made herself vulnerable in front of the teachers. Also in front of other students - but only very rarely and when these people really mean something to her. The girl remembered the other schools and their students. They did not touch them with kid gloves and insulted them all the time.At the time she thought she was going to go crazy if it continued like this. Rhena's thoughts of that time hurt. But then she came to the TK with others who had problems similar to her. That was her best time by far. She sighed. How gladly would she have stayed there!
She hadn't queued at the kiosk, the others now had their food and everyone went through the door, past the drinks machine - some stood there and sipped at their hot cocoa or vanilla milk cups - through the door to the second of the three entrances. Above them were the other classrooms that you could see if you looked down from Rhena's classroom over the stairs to the other corridor.
Rhena hadn't listened to her classmates at all until they stood in front of the door, let alone contributed to the conversation.
The school yard was large, with a medium-sized meadow in the middle with pear trees and a path around it. The school yard was enclosed by a boarding school, gymnasiums, bike racks, teachers' parking spaces and the main building.To the right of the main building, another path went along with another meadow where the fifth and sixth graders could play football and table tennis.


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