Some people say that at some point in your life you will find the person you would love forever and who you never want to lose again. For some it means so much that you lie in your bed some evenings and pray that nothing will happen to you. One says that you should take care of yourself so that you watch out for every step you take and with every raindrop he is afraid he would kill you and you would no longer be there for him. The person who just has to look at you and you know that he is the right person. That he is the one you want to spend your life with, that you never want to let go of. Back when I was young I didn't believe in him. I thought that there would never be such a thing. I was convinced that all of this was just a great hypocrisy and that one could never love one another forever, but that one day love would be gone as suddenly as it had come ...

Bored, I pulled the hair tie and let it clip back so that it almost loudly slammed against my hand.It was exactly like every Tuesday morning at exactly 11:45 am. French had started and, like every time, I kept my ears open and didn't even think about listening. It didn't help me to pay attention, in the end I got the worst grade in the class. At some point I had just given up trying to do other things during the class, which was the pointless way to stretch my hair tie and let it slide a few meters across the table. Anyone else would probably think of me as completely stupid, because even I often came to ask myself what I was doing but what should be done during an hour in which being careful would not lead to anything. Again I tightened my hair tie but underestimated its elasticity and it slipped out of my hands and slammed against the neck of the person sitting in front of me and then fell directly under their chair. "Sorry," I mumbled and crawled under the table to pick it up from the floor so that I could continue doing my work."I know that my lessons are not one of your favorite pastimes, Miss Gin, but you could at least avoid crawling under your table to escape it," echoes up front. I crawled back up from the floor, careful not to bump my bum anywhere on the table, but knew that from my "climbing under the table" I would have a crimson head, as I hated it like a red tomato to see off. I leaned against my chair as casually as possible, but knew that it would hardly look cool, let alone elegant, but in principle I didn't care what the others thought. "I'm really sorry but I couldn't stand her face anymore and there was my only chance to crawl under the table to escape it!" I countered and gave my teacher a challenging look because I knew he would get into it and I could get away from there for at least a few minutes."Then you surely have no problem disappearing from my classroom and looking for the face of your headmaster!" "Certainly not!" I replied and walked out of the class as gracefully as possible (which looked quite banal as far as I knew) but not without slamming the door behind me loudly. This was my third visit to the director in two weeks. "What the heck," I whispered and went down the familiar corridor towards the secretariat to register me.

The platinum bleached secretary was already looking at me from afar. She chewed on her pink chewing gum with which she occasionally blew a few bubbles which burst after a few seconds and partially spread over her whole face. The whole bubble blowing made me after waiting at least 5 minutes always completely nervous so that I always wanted to run to her to take her chewing gum out of her mouth and to throw it on the floor demonstratively to kick it flat.But since I knew exactly that it was hardly possible, I kept staring at her with the coldest look I could manage and mumbling any curses to me. On the other hand, the visit to the director and his sermon was pure relaxation. "Surname?" was thrown towards me and with it can also a flood of sweet smell that probably came from the chewing gum that she had meanwhile moved into her right cheek. I grimaced in disgust but replied "Alexa Gin" as usual, but slowly she should know it by heart and just seemed to be asking him out of habit. My guess was confirmed when she didn't have to search long in the filing cabinet, but instead reached into it purposefully and brought my completely overcrowded school folder to the light of day. "The headmaster will receive you in a few minutes ... sit down on the row of chairs!" I just nodded and had only got half the way behind me when suddenly the headmaster's heavy wooden door flew open and he stuck his head out, "Martha do you happen to have any student here? I bring someone around to show our newcomers around!"Annoyed, I look around me in the hope that someone else would be sitting here. That was typical again, really nice. Of course, no one else except me had the idea of ​​making a teacher stupid and therefore was sent here, only me sat there as if on the platter and prayed that maybe at the same moment some perfectly made person would come around the corner. I made myself a little smaller in my seat but knew that I would hardly be overlooked because I had nothing around me except for air, chairs and a few newspapers, but nothing that would even resemble a person who could replace me. Martha calmly made a bubble with her chewing gum before she pointed to me, "She has just come if you want they have to go to him anyway! "Help as I hated that accent alone. This woman had absolutely nothing that could make her even remotely likeable.The director grimaced slightly annoyed but finally waved me over. "Well, do we want to pay me a visit again? That seems to be slowly becoming a routine with you?" "Seems so," I replied bitchily and followed him into the white, completely uncomfortably furnished room.

That would definitely haunt me into some nightmares at some point. It was actually completely empty except for a shrine table that was placed in the middle, in front of which two black chairs stood and not to forget the already half-dead houseplant that was placed next to the window and looked as if it had not seen any water for at least 2 years would have. If I were cursed to stay in this building forever and ever then I would at least try to make it all a little more varied, but certainly not like this room, which reminds me of a prison cell. I was just about to drop into one of the chairs and put my ears on draft when the director asked me to stop with a gesture."I don't even want to know what you've been up to today, Miss Gin, but I can already imagine it so I have the perfect job for you!" I followed his hand gesture and looked into the eyes of a maybe 17 year old guy. He had slightly longer blonde hair that casually fell into his face, dark brown eyes that framed his narrow and quite fine face. That was the perfect guy for whom the girls would do god knows what again to get their attention. I could already imagine all the conversations that were going on in the hallways at the latest during the break: "Have you seen the new guy?" "He's not cute!" "How can I get to know him?". I asked myself every time I witnessed what it was all supposed to mean that they adored him so much. If they were lucky enough to get together with him (which was usually not the case) then everything went well they were happy, could present him to their friends who then showered them with envious looks and at some point it was over, then they howled, cursed him, never wished they had anything to do with him, were consoled by their friends that he was just some stupid ass anyway and at some point they didn't throw themselves at the next one.I never had to. I left falling in love from the start. I had been disappointed enough in my life ... back then when my parents got divorced (because they simply didn't love anymore and they thought it was better) they decided to put me in a home for the time being and finally mine to buy an apartment. It was then that I suffered so much from divorce and that was the time I stopped believing in love. My parents had shown me how pointless the whole thing was and what it would lead to ... in secret I even sometimes blamed myself for not being together anymore ... I was disturbed in my thoughts by my director who is still on the Boys and gave me looks that could compete with an iceberg. I wondered if he wasn't slowly getting a stiff arm because whenever I did that I had the feeling after five minutes at the latest as if the thing was about to die."This is Nicolas Jackson, he's new to school!" "Nice for him" I grimaced and looked bored in any direction of the room, what did it matter to me that the guy was new to our school ... then it was him ... so what? "And what do I have to do with that?" The director looked at me slightly irritated, but quickly recovered "I would like you to show him the whole thing and Miss Gin if I say the whole thing I mean the whole school. You have until "..." he paused and looked at the clock "... in about a quarter to twelve or twelve then I want you to appear here again and I don't want to hear any complaints! "With these words he chased us out of the directorate and I stood in the hallway with Nicolas.

"Hi" he stood in front of me, smiling broadly, and held out my hand to me. "Hi" I replied and stared at him with a rigid expression "You can put your paw away again right away, I won't grab anyone who comes across me!So what do you wanna see If you have no problem with that, let's just go past my classroom, I have to say that I was with the headmaster! "Without even waiting for his answer I strode off and hoped that he would stop completely perplexed and lose sight of me so much that I could later claim that I had lost him and so could not finish the tour and ran in Direction of the room in which the French course was located.

After I logged off, I unfortunately still went to the cafeteria with the tag in my luggage. "This is the most important place when you go to school. At