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That evening I didn't dare to ask my mum about Mitsy, but could not stop thinking of her.It was also weird that my mum did not talk about Mitsy as well. She always sneaks under my patents' blanket when they go to sleep. 
When I entered the hall my dad was watching a football match. Libya scored the second goal to Tanzania. Well done! When the match was over my parents sent me to sleep.
The next day my mum woke me up: Wake up, Alex! You'll be late for school
What a school in the middle of July? I thought.
My mum's voice sounded very convincing though and I had to obey. 
I got up and headed to the bathroom. What I noticed there, was that all tiles were in their place. I remember my mum complaining about a few brocken pieces and my dad could not find right time to fix them. Oh yeah, tile became a bone of contention in my home.
Breakfast was waiting for me on the table. My mum cooked me some smashed potato with cutlets. Later I put my jacket on and went to school. The weather outside was wonderful. It was cool but not cold. It wasn't too hot yet either. I decided to go to school on foot. 
Good morning, Mrs. Vocu I said when I entered the classroom.
Good morning!
I took the first desk in the middle row and pull out my textbook on Italian. Year 1 Let's learn how to read in Italian.That was my first book in Italian. I really loved scrutinising bright colourful pictures in it. If all my other textbooks had pictures, they seemed to be drawn by some psychopath, and in this book they were drawn in a really funny and natural way. The lesson started.
Good morning children! My name is Mrs.Kate Vocu and I am your new teacher. This year you are starting to learn a new language. Learning a language is a long journey with mysterious paths where I will be your guide and help you to come through them.Today I will teach you the alphabet. Please look at the blackboard and repeat after me. She pointed out at the poster with alphabet in it. The first letter is A, l'aereo. Everyone repeated after her. I was baffled though. We've started to learn Italian when I was a second year student and we had moved far ahead from the alphabet since that time. We are supposed to learn something more complicated, for example, I still do not know how to say in Italian that my dog doesn't live in a kennel, because it loves freedom or things like that. However,she went on with the alphabet. When Mrs. Vocu was on r, I started to pick up words instead of her. She gave me an A at the end of the lesson. 
The next lesson was Mathe. I hate Mathe for its equations that I couldn't ever understand. Why should I solve it? What is it for? Mathe that each year turns into Latin or Greek. 
Mrs. Bevan entered the classroom. Her burgundy silk dress looked amazing. I wish she put it on to our prom. 
Good morning kids, please sit down! Have you done your homework?
Did we have any homework? - I thought. 
Please, hand in your copybooks 
I have thoroughly dug in my backpack and found my copybook. I handed it over. 
Now Alex will go to the blackboard and...
Oh no!, I thought I smell a task like: Three caterpillars met two caterpillars in the park. How many butterflies left the park? And the answer is not five, because a woodpecker mistakenly cracked one chrysalis.
... will do the exercise number sixty-seven. I skimmed the task and it didn't look that complicated at all. You just had to add an x to 7 in order to get sixteen. I told that the answer was nine, but Mrs. Bevan demanded that I solve it properly, so that others could see and hear the explanation. I felt like a mathematics guru as I explained every single detail.
Well done! she said and called the next student.
The last class on that day was Reading. Mrs Bevan made us read a story about cheaters and leopards. Oh yeah! I vaguely remembre that story. As I was listening to it the vivid images of the big cats flashed up in my memory. At the same time a few questions were beating in my head: Why Mrs Bevan told us to read Warriors of the Ravenor or The Prince and the Pauper this summer? Why are we at all reading in the class? Aren't we supposed to retell the story? Why is she not checking the temp of the reading? She's giving away A's just for correct pronunciation of the words. No, Mrs. Bevan being a teacher of Reading would always make a dramma in her lessons. In order to get a B you had to show her the best of yourself. You would get an A only if she had a really good mood.
The classes were finally over. I pulled on my backpack and went home. When I arrived there , no one was inside. I found some food on the table. After having lunch I headed to my room. I turned on my computer. The disturbing Windows 7 screensaver showed up. I wanted to check my wallet, but there was no access to Internet. I wanted to go online through my phone, but it did not have the Internet connection either. I've stalked a few circles around my house and I spotted my dad's laptop. Of course, he doesn't allow me to poke about in it, but it always has a flash drive with Internet. I plugged it into my computer. I googled my bank account, but it didn't find anything. I requested a new password, but the server said that the account didn't exist. Even my e-mail didn't exist. To be continued...