C12

The classes of my first hours were not boring at all, I had really liked receiving certain things about psychology and about other topics in particular. At least all that had served to distract me from what had happened in the morning. Only expected that the gossip did not happen to more. I gathered up my notebooks and pencils, making a mess on the floor as usual. I was a disaster for everything, what used to happen to me is that I got nervous and being nervous was the worst. I became more clumsy than normal.

"I'll help you," a boy told me, bending down and helping me pick up things.

"Thank you," I smiled kindly at him, "I'm a bit clumsy."

I took the things he had collected for me and put them in my backpack. I remembered his face, he was the guy who helped me the first time I came here.

"I remember you," I half-pointed at him.

He laughed a little.

"I thought you wouldn't remember him."

"I don't remember if you told me your name, yes." I adjusted my backpack on my shoulder.

—My names