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traveled my body. That had been totally unfair. He had no right to call me ‘good-for-nothing’ and no right either to despise Jenny because she’d preferred me. We were not a pair of dirty dikes, not at all. At least I couldn’t think of myself that way.
    “I know. I know it’s my duty. But it’s because of the twins I forg—” The pain in the cheek came instantaneously. The snap sounded in the air half of a second later. Yago had just slapped me pretty hard.
    “So it’s the twins’ fault, is it?” The man’s face was purplish. “You’re retarded because of the twins, is that what you mean?”
    Now my cheek burned and throbbed and I could taste blood. Tears welled up in my eyes, yet I shut them to prevent any of them trickling down my cheeks.
    “Sorry, my bad,” I said, dropping my head.
    I shouldn’t have mentioned his children. If I knew he freaked out every time, why had I brought them up? Because losers enjoy screwing up all the time, and my forehead bore a capital L branding me a proud member of their club. Mom had dumped me for that very reason. Who would enjoy sharing their roof with a pathetic loser? Yago had guessed right, ‘retarded’ suited me freakin’ well. Would I ever learn?
    Note to self: Google how to stop being a jackass.
    “Put this darned hot beer in the freezer and bring it back in ten minutes,” Yago thrusted me when he handed me the can and I lost my balance. My right foot darted backwards, my left one darted even faster and then I missed my third step. The wall behind me prevented my falling—first time ever living inside a metal box proved useful.
    “Are you gonna put that in the freezer, or dance like an idiot all around the place?”
    “Sorry.”
    “Sorry what, freak?”
    “Sorry… Sir,” I whispered.
    I pulled the little fridge’s door open, squatting beside it. This time I stuck my back to the wall. I wouldn’t allow the moron to scan my butt again, no way.
    Yago snorted and, fortunately, as he turned the TV on again, he found a WWE broadcast—it would hold his attention for a while.
    It should have ended there, yet it didn’t.

June 30 12:29 pm
    Last day of school. Lunchtime almost over. Halls crowded with kids eager to flee once the last bell rang. Excitement filled the air with so much electricity it almost made the hair stand on its own.
    I was about to enter the girls restroom on the first floor but stopped because I’d just heard voices inside. I started to breathe hard, imagining the girls inside were Clara Benson and her gang—for some strange reason, those guys lived in the restrooms. I imagined Clara exiting ahead of her gang and saying: “Oh, look who’s here, girls, Somerset’s favorite teen lesbian.”
    I clenched my fists and my stomach knotted up. I wanted to leave and come back later, but I really needed to go. The door flung open and four girls came out. Thankfully, not Benson and her gang. I sighed so loud in relief that one of them turned and scowled at me. She said, “It’s nobody, only that freak lesbo with dark sunglasses.”
    I bolted into the restroom and locked myself inside the first available stall. As always, I had to be fast—Benson and her friends were not the only girls who bullied me. I’d just flushed the toilet and was about to leave when I heard the restroom’s door opening and closing.
    Damn, no!
    I stood frozen, tapping the stall’s lock with my fingers, but I heard nothing. Maybe it was a single girl—even two girls would be noisy as hell. I listened. She was neither getting into any stall, nor washing her hands. Maybe she only wanted to check her makeup.
    I waited, still tapping on the lock. I bit my lip. Who was she? Somebody who knew I was in the stall? Maybe it really was Benson’s gang this time, all silently waiting for me. A month ago, they’d waited for Mary Delaware, stripped her, stole her panties and hung them from a tree. The idea I might end up like her made me feel sick. By all means, I wanted to