I wanted her to disappear from my class, my school, my life. She started all my problems and I thought that without her everything would be solved, but it was too late. If I had known that wish would come true, I would not have asked for something so childish. The problem is that when you want something, but you really want it, you run the risk of it becoming a reality. Something like this happens once in your life.
The funny thing is that I made it up.
My school was one of those that you could only access by bus or car, since it was surrounded by trees and a narrow road uphill gave access. Downstairs it was full of offices that I never knew what they were there for, but they were not uninhabited because I always saw people in suits smoking at the doors. My school was arranged (that is, something between private and religious), for families with money: only for girls. It did not fit too much with that description but thanks to a scholarship and the insistence of my mother they put me there. Ironically, the street that gave access to my school was called “The Hell”; few people can boast about it. Of course, they could not hear you if you did not want a talk from the tutor.
As it was a class per course, we knew that surely the schoolmates that we saw around us were going to be the ones that would accompany us during the rest of the courses. It was early in Primary when she arrived. Well, they arrived.
-Hello, my name is María Techo, and she is my twin Martina- she introduced herself, but she sounded very disinterested, as if she did not want to be here -we've moved from Madrid because of my father's work.
That last sentence caused a furor in the class, including myself. It was not normal for someone from a big city to move to a town like ours. Besides having two twins in class was something as weird as having two twins. The teacher sent them to sit in two places strategically placed to relate.
The one that inspired me the most confidence was Martina. A little shorter than her sister, pale, with very blond hair and gray eyes. She seemed shy like me so the conversation we had been short, she just left me the pencil I asked for and that's it. Her sister was quite the opposite: tall and a little plump, with a slightly dark complexion that barely allowed to see the freckles of her face, with straight, red hair that fell on her shoulders. I would not believe that they are twins unless they told me.
The typical circle was formed at recess time around two o'clock. Maria is the one who captured all the attention. Not only was she pretty, she was sociable on top of that. When I had the opportunity to speak with her, I noticed that she checked me up and down in an instant, and fixed her gaze on me. A cold look and full of superiority. I was scared. So much that when I smiled and went to another place I could not hear what he said.
I tried not to give importance during the rest of the day and I went with my group of friends during the rest of the break. The Spanish girls integrated themselves quite well and when there were not many students the class groups intermingled at recesses. So I had to pretend that this was an exaggeration of mine.
After all, I was just a little girl.
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