The 1st day

"Don't worry honey! You can do it! As always!"
'As always! Yes / Yes…. She always says that anyway! '
My mother was always like that.
Said the same sentences before school, tried to cheer me up.
Slowly I have to say it didn't help anymore.
I got out of the car and looked forward to my new future. Although I was sure this "future" would not last long.
Every time I asked myself why I was still going to school, because learning didn't do anything for me anyway.
Not that I was bad. Not really. But for some time now the schools kept putting me in the 10th grade.
So I would probably be in the final year of middle school here, as the school consisted of a private middle school and a private high school.

Over and over again I learned the same material, knew Pythagoras and Kafka personally and by now I knew that all teachers were the same.
What kind of student they liked - and I was slowly but surely realizing that I belonged to that kind of student - and what they wanted to hear.So now I slowly walked up the steps to my new "place of learning and eternal repetition" and kept looking at the small crumpled piece of paper in my hand on which the note "Herr Rattes, room 3012" was written in my mother's ornate script was standing.
I stopped looking at the path and thought about it as always.
Who the hell was Rattes? Where was room 3012?
People bumped into me and so I looked up again.
Masses of girls came towards me, all looking in my direction. I was scared, but then I looked around and saw a mop of black hair sticking out of a small mass of girls.
'Yep, the school crush.'
There was really every school. And notably, he mostly had black hair.
Again I lost myself in thought. Why did some girls like black-haired boys?
I stepped into the lobby and looked up.
Nothing special, a bit like London. But we weren't in London. People dressed differently here, cooler I thought.I also had to get some clothes.
On one corner were a couple of teenagers who I found quite likeable. One girl with blonde hair and one with black hair.
"Hello! Can you maybe tell me where I, uhhhmmm…. Mister Rattes can find?"
I looked at her hopefully, the one girl with the black hair - as I now noticed it was rather bluish - remained silent and looked at the floor, but the other answered.
"The Rex? Up the stairs, right and then the second door on the left. You think so. Is the name on it."
"Ummmmm thanks ...."
'Well they're on here ...'
After a few attempts I finally found a door with the label "Rattes - Headmaster".
I knocked, but when no one asked me in, I just stepped inside.
A lady sat in front of me and looked at me.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in a gruff tone that gave me a little shock.
'Great school, MUM! That was probably the best you could find! '"Um ... go to school?" I replied ironically on purpose, because I didn't like the tone of the "receptionist" at all.
"I'm looking for Mr. Rattes. I'm new here."
"New and immediately impossible, well that can only go wrong."
I really hadn't heard that that often before. And when she pointed almost indifferently to the door behind her, I knew that everyone here must be like that. I knocked on the door and entered.

At first I didn't know if anyone was in the room because I only saw a backrest.
Then the backrest turned and since chairs usually didn't turn on their own, I knew that someone had to sit there.
I was almost startled when I recognized the figure of a young man.
I had never seen such a young rector either.
The school was starting to get interesting.
"Yes please? What do you students always want? Are you a student at all?"
Apparently everyone at this school was so rude and direct.Apparently everyone here said what they thought.
I still liked that very much, because I also had the habit of saying what I was thinking ... without thinking beforehand.
"No, not yet. I'm new."
"Great! Another one! Name?"
"Yinghua Tenshi!"
"What's that name? Asian?"
Great response! Was there any such thing as manners here at all?
"No! My father was Chinese and my mother was English, so I'm a bit of both ..."
"As if I care."
Even though he spoke quite softly, I still understood him and wasn't sure if that should be the case. The people here amazed me more and more.
"Age?"
"16."
"What class have you always been in?"
"In the 9th that means the third year of middle school"
"Oh, your grades are good and, well, our entire middle school is full.
Here is a course list. Choose 11-12 subjects and then you will go to high school from now on. "
"OK." Finally something new!
I looked at the list. Hmmmm….Math was compulsory, German, English, French, Spanish, too.
Well, I already knew everything.
I had already had these subjects in London.
Whenever I thought of my old home, London, I got a little sad because it was the only city I really liked.
I had friends there, almost a steadfast friend. But before I could say the three words to him, we had already moved away again.
I jumped out of my mind
chose computer science, music, literature and the "active" sports course and handed him the list.
"Physics, chemistry, biology?" he still asked me.
"Um. Bio."
“It's full.” 'Great! Then…..'
"Then chemistry!"
"It's full too."
"Why are you asking me at all? Physics! Or is it full too?"
"No."
Man, these teachers here! I started to hate her now!
"Your lessons are about to start! Room 4012. Mathematics! Here is your timetable!"
He was about to turn to his window again when I stopped him."Wait a little longer. First: Which room 4012? I don't even know where to go!"
I felt pretty lost. Left alone by ignorant teachers and a mother who chose the "best" school for me.
"Ask yourself through! The four stands for the building, the next position for the floor and the last two for the room. Now do it!"
This time he decided to get up, hoping I wouldn't follow him. He left me in his office and I wished the plague on his neck as soon as he left the room.
Damn it! The doorbell rang and I stepped out.
The secretary was gone and I stepped out the door.
The hallway was full of students and so I just let myself drift through the hallways.
As I passed, I saw a sign on the right that said "House 4" and tried to fight my way through.
I went down the stairs. Floor 0. So ground floor!
I went to the end and saw the number 12 on a door.In the meantime there were no more students because lessons had started.
I knocked and opened the door.
Someone I already knew was sitting in the teacher's chair. This someone just said "Tenshi! The first day and too late! That will be your first entry in the book!"
I turned bright red. The rat! What a….!!!!
Couldn't he just have taken me with him?
I walked up to a seat in anger because I knew the girl next to that empty chair. That shy, blue-haired girl from before!
I sat down and stared angrily at my math teacher.

I would still learn to defend myself!
At that moment I vowed to be as quick-witted as everyone else in this school.
I would not be bullied.
Especially not from my math teacher !!!!!


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