The next morning everything went back to normal. I got accepted to the team, but life goes on, I had go to school, and I have to clean my room in the afternoon, I wrote a note in my phone, so I won't forget to do it. I have a hard time to trust my own memories these days. I stretched sleepily and I took off my streched out plaid pajamas, which almost looked like the tipcal grandpa clothes. I put on the bridle jeans I prepared yesterday, with a white long-sleeved t-shirt, ink blue socks, and then threw a dark blue zip-up hoodie on my arm. I quickly combed and braided my black hair, two braids like always, it helps to calm me down. I put on my glasses and I stare at my reflecion in the mirror. I'm not really pretty, but it's not like I ever was. My only uniqe feature is my eyes, I have heterocromia, I've been bullied, because of it. My left eye is brown and my right eye is dark green, a lots of people told  me it didn't look good with my hair and my skin, but I don't want to wear colored contats just because of that. 

I look away from the mirror, I don't want to see my face. I'm not special and that's fine, I live a slightly better-than-average life, I go to school and trainings, I have friends, succesful parents and I can watch competitions at the weekend. All in all apart from the bullying at school, I'm lucky. I go down to eat breakfast and pack some food for school, dad has left a long time ago, mum is on the phone, she wawes at me and continues to talk. She has already taken her hand off me, since I'm almost an adult, according to her, it's time for me to learn to thrive in life. Easier said than done if, I can barley trust myself, but I never told that to her, even if I have, I doubt she would care. I finished breakfast, put on my hoodie, shoes and my backpack and I left the house.

The road to school is half an hour, I usually take the bus. The sun is shineing bright as always, it doesen't make me happy, I like cold and twilight. I got to class 15 minutes before the bell, the black paint on the door is already wearing off, the handle isn't in the best condition either. but the school won't spend money on fixing it. I go to the classroom, half of my classmates are nowhere to be seen. People talk in smaller groups, Josh walks around, hoping he can copy someones homework, somehow he never has time for biology. A few guys tries to get food from the basketball team. I greet the class and I try to go to my place as fasr as I can, whitout getting into a fight. Most of them doesn't bother saying hi or even looking at me, looks like it's a lucky day. I put my things down and soon enugh Wendy sits down next to me, her blond locks smell like strawberries today.

" Hi, finished the notes! "- She waved her hockey notes in front of me, with a smile.
" Hello! Uhh thanks your a life saver! I didn't have time t watch the match yesterday!"- I smiled back, I'm glad she likes hockey too and helps me out.
" I hear that alot! "- she said jokingly throwing back her hair like the popular girls- "Did you get in the team?"
" Yes! "
" Congratulations, I told you, you can do it! "- She put her hand on my shoulder to calm me.
"Congrats!"- Aelita suddenley patted both of us on the back.
"Jesus, Ali! How can you sneak around in that?"- She pointed at the steal toe boots with chains.
"And I could ask how can you walk in heels, but it doesn't matter"- said the girl with purple bangs, letting out a sigh. She sat behind us.
"Thanks girls!"- I smiled at them.
"No problem!"
"You're welcome... But the class starts soon, we can celebrate later"

The bell rang. The class went by fast, the theacer is not bad at explaining. We celebrated a bit in the break with the girls, I thought this day will be peacful, I was wrong. The next class held a surprise, the teacher stepped in with a muscular, blue haired girl by her side. I could only tell she was a girl, because she had an innocent looking face, and not so small breasts. She scared me, she didn't look friendly, she smiled at us, but something was still creepy in her aura.

"Students, she is your new classmate Mackenzie Scott. Please tell us about yoursef!"
" As the teacher said I'm Mackenzie, but I hate that name, it's long and girly, please call me Mack. I like to work out, I'm on a hockey team. I hate homophobes, racists and transphobes. I like combat sports, music and physics"- she said in an emotionless voice.
"Alright Mack, please take a seat next to Peter"- she pointed at the empty seat with an awkward smile.

My stomach lurched a little, she isn't afraid to tell her opinion for sure. She is strong and plays hockey, if she finds out I was a figure skater she kills me. Figure skaters and hockey players never got along well, and I doubt they will, it's better if I stay invisible to her. I felt Wendy putting her hand on my shaking one, her touch was gentle.

"It's okay Charlotte-she whispered- you shouldn't immediately assume bad thing about her, she won't hurt you."
"Calm down, she douesn't look murderous, you will just end up in a hospital" She squeesed my shoulder reassuringly.

This was the first time I saw Mack, the scary, honest, hockey player, I had no idea what she is really like back then...