Chapter 7. A Strange Guy

Throughout the lesson, the teacher avoided asking me questions or referring to me. It was normal in fact, but at one point I admit, when there were questions he was asking and no one seemed able or wanting to answer, I found myself wanting to raise my hand to do so before remembering that it would be useless.

I felt really good in this class compared to my old one where the classes were such an oppressive prison, I couldn't open my mouth. It was barely if I made a sound of breathing so to be noticed in class was never out of life. The girls behind me were definitely going to throw a book at my head and the teacher was going to act like he didn't see anything; so I tried not to be noticed.

But here everything is so different, I feel really comfortable and even if there is a bit of marginalization it doesn't hurt me because it's quite normal. I'm not a normal student – ​​even if I would have liked to be. It is my desperate need to be included in the group that probably giv