Mapache

At ten I went back to dancing classes, I was the new girl all over again.

I see all the clicks, girls jumping up-down-up-down, and screaming for the big news.

I wished I were one of them.

I had no friends.

The year passed by,

It had ended.

I hated that I had to wait until March to go back,

I might have been a solitary rock sitting in the middle of nowhere

But I loved dancing

When I became eleven I went back.

Mariana, the queen bee walks through the class halls,

She looks at me,

She sits next to me

She is talking to me…

Would she be using any bad language towards me?

No.

She was asking me how

My vacations were.

My eyes open wide,

My eyebrows rose,

I couldn’t believe it,

The girl who used to call me mapache before

(Because for her mistreating others were her passion)

Was talking to me.

Now days, she calls me, MaFe