It rang he whistle and ran , such as there was said he could . He continued he rhythm they marked the others on the track ; mark his own rhythm was something one had to do . His legs moved from side to side , breathing heavily . He continued running , trying not to pay pay attention to those who were ahead of him . But they ran very by in front , sweat soaked his shirt and he was exhausted .
" It was a good "effort , Sven," he said. he coach .
Shortly after they played basketball and he waited to be chosen . One after another another , the people left the line where was , and soon was he last to be chosen . It rang again he whistle and it began he match ; the ball was thrown , people dribbled and he did everything possible to defend. It was certainly an effort better than running . He ran by the whole court, placing himself in the best position to score . I knew I could write down Yeah his team passed him he ball . It was the perfect place , there was a spacious path for the team captain would pass . Their eyes met , the captain knew it , but it didn't happen . In the changing rooms , slowly transformed .
"Is that the child ?" he heard someone he asked .
"His name is Sven, he was friends with that girl who was murdered ."
-Wasn't he also a friend of that boy who was expelled ?
Sven worked in class , raising your hand when found a equation that I could n't solve.
Wasn't your father a great detective?
- No, it turned out that the guy I was crazy!
Where did you hear that ?
"They are heard things , it seems his mother can't handle him . "
He sat down in he park to read his books and eat a sandwich .
"It's so bland , maybe his mother doesn't really care about him a lot attention ".
" Apparently have a small fortune , a military family or something like that ."
-But he is so weak !
He He smiled and greeted the people in his class , everyone the days he smiled at them and greeted them .
" Over there Sven goes , everyone 's friend , but he doesn't have none ".
You may have eyes gray , but in reality is an apple of one's eye blues .
The teachers won't do anything about what happened to him !
In it gym toward push-ups , on the track he was running , overtaking each time further quickly to his companions . In the recess , I spent it in the bathrooms , with the fists trembling and the teeth tight . It was given clapping on the cheeks in front of the mirror , he tilted his head back and then sketched a smile .
" Apparently he shot the father of that little girl ".
" Straight to the shoulder , before the guy will kill him also ."
Was n't it found also under the debris during he cataclysm ?
" That 's a Shit ! There 's no way I'm lucky enough to survive that !
"Of course he's unlucky , he's a jinx . His father too ." died that day, then his best friend turns out to be one of those mutants , and then finds he body of that girl ".
He came home, smiled at his mother and his sister and went up to her bedroom .
" This "Is everything okay, Sven?" he asked .
"Everything 's okay, Mom ," said Sven.
He smiled and greeted his classmates as he walked through the door the next day . Although he didn't ask for help , the math worked out for him a lot further difficult . On the track ran a little faster fast and in basketball was dedicated to defense . Later , he took others books of his ticket office and looked the ones I had opposite . Bullies who intimidated others with their size , or even with its intelligence . People who suffered harassment because it was good in class or why had families rich . Or even people rich woman who harassed others by that . I wanted say something, but I knew it would only anger more to the people . I wanted tell them that they were wrong , but I knew that was n't what people liked . Any something I said It would be a sermon ; he loved it anime , but nobody liked being lectured . Nobody I listened to people moralist . He was looking for on the internet protests against the racism and corruption , and admired the people by that . But at the same time time I saw how people were labeled as intolerant by errors or opinions .
Was n't it that actor was drunk when said those things ?
"To no one in line matters to you really , they just want take advantage of what someone says celebrity to give a pat on their back and say they did something great."
Sven ate during lunch , sitting with people who weren't considered popular enough to sit with him . They talked about manga and the new science premieres fiction , which was nice . When he finished , he smiled and greeted the students further popular . He ran into others students and left fall some of his mangas .
" What is this ? Cartoons ? Are you a faggot ?"
" Hey , wait a minute , aren't you you the one who shot that madman after he cut his daughter ?"
There was smiles and laughter on their faces . Sven raised his hand and asked without smiling :
"Please give me back that !"
" All right, monster !"
him back he book when he saw that there was none reaction . That This is what he noticed : when people I was crying , when They spoke ill of them , they continued with their behavior . I didn't quite understand it , but they longed for a reaction . Although hurt someone , they craved the reaction and said to themselves same ones that were joking . He returned home and gestured to his mother and his sister .
" Are you okay?" he asked her. his sister .
" Okay ," he said .
Did some push-ups , remembering what Mohammed Ali said about not counting until it hurt . It didn't work for him. so , so it was reading in bed when his mother came in in the room .