Und dann war der Tag gekommen, vor

Und dann war der Tag gekommen, vor vier Monaten, dass Franziska
in der Tür gestanden hatte, langhaarig, schmal."Ja, ich komme aus
Frankfurt. Wir sind umgezogen, weil mein Vater hier eine Stelle an einem
Krankenhaus bekommen hat."
Und Herr Hochstein hatte gesagt:"Setz dich neben Eva."
Franziska hatte Eva die Hand gegeben, eine kleine Hand, kleiner als
Bertholds, und sich gesetzt. Herr Hochstein hatte sie gefragt, was sie denn
in ihrer letzten Schule zuletzt durchgenommen hatten in Mathe. Und als er
feststellte, dass sie ziemlich weit zurück war, wandte er sich an die Klasse
und sagte mit einem Lächeln, das kein Lächeln war, einem Lächeln, das
seinen Mund nur in die Breite zog, einem Lächeln, das Eva schon lange
auf die Nerven gegangen war:"Franziska wird lange brauchen, bis sie
unseren bayerischen Standard erreicht haben wird."
Eva sah, dass Franziska rot wurde. Sie sah sehr jung aus, verlegen wie
Berthold unter Vaters Bemerkungen. Und Eva stand auf und sagte ganz
laut:"Herr Hochstein, wollen Sie damit sagen, dass wir in Bayern klüger
sind als die in Hessen?"
Karola drehte sich um."Gut", flüsterte sie.
"Aber nein", stotterte Herr Hochstein, dem schadenfrohen Grinsen der
Mädchen ausgeliefert,"so war das nicht gemeint. Es ist nur der Lehrplan,
weißt du…!"
Eva war über sich selbst erschrocken.
"Danke", flüsterte das Mädchen neben ihr.
Als die Stunde vorbei war, wandte sich Herr Hochstein noch einmal
an Franziska."Du hast Glück, dass du neben unserem Mathe-As sitzt. Eva
könnte dir viel helfen."
Diesmal war Eva nicht ganz sicher, ob es wirklich spöttisch gemeint
war. Es klang fast wie ein gut gemeinter Rat.
Franziska saß immer noch neben Eva. Und sie war immer noch
ziemlich schlecht in Mathe, obwohl Eva ihre alten Hefte herausgekramt
und sie ihr gleich am nächsten Tag gegeben hatte. Und immer noch sprach
sie Eva an, redete mit ihr über Lehrer und gab ihr morgens zur Begrüßung
die Hand.
"Ist etwas passiert?"
"Nein. Wieso?"
"Weil du so aussiehst.""Ich habe Kopfschmerzen."
"Und warum bist du dann nicht zu Hause geblieben?"
Eva antwortete nicht. Sie packte ihre Bücher aus. Sie hasste diesen
Raum. Sie hasste dieses Haus. Jeden Tag, immer wieder! Über vier Jahre
lagen hinter ihr und über vier Jahre vor ihr. Sie konnte sich das fast nicht
vorstellen. Erste Stunde Herr Hochstein, Mathe, zweite Stunde Frau
Peters, Deutsch, dritte Stunde Frau Wittrock, Biologie, vierte Stunde Herr
Kleiner, Englisch, fünfte Stunde Herr Hauser, Kunst, sechste Stunde Frau
Wendel, Französisch. Und in allen Fächern musste sie gut sein.
Ein Test in Englisch. Gelernt hatte sie gestern noch. Aber Karola, in
der Bank vor ihr, stöhnte:"Und das bei diesem Wetter. Gestern war ich bis
sieben im Schwimmbad."
Diese Gans, dachte Eva. Immer beklagt sie sich, aber nie tut sie was.
Sie ist selbst schuld.
"Franziska, gibst du mir einen Spickzettel?", bat Karola flüsternd.
Franziska, die eine englische Mutter hatte und besser Englisch sprach als
Herr Kleiner, nickte.
Eva begann zu schreiben. Franziska schob ihr einen Zettel zu."Für
Karola", sagte sie leise. Eva schob den Zettel zurück.
"Sei doch nicht so. Gib weiter."
Eva schüttelte den Kopf, sie schaute nicht auf, bewegte den Kopf
kaum merklich und hätte ihn doch schütteln wollen, deutlich sichtbar, hätte
am liebsten laut" Nein "geschrien und" Sie geht schwimmen, sie geht auf
Partys, sie geht tanzen, sie erlebt immer etwas! Warum soll sie auch noch
gute Noten haben?"
Franziska hatte das winzige Kopfschütteln gesehen, sie beugte sich
vor, schräg rüber, und ließ den Zettel über Karolas Schulter fallen.
Herr Kleiner war mit ein paar Schritten da, griff nach Franziskas Blatt
und legte es auf seinen Tisch. Mit seinem roten Filzschreiber zog er quer
über das Geschriebene einen dicken Strich.
Niemand sagte ein Wort. Franziska saß mit unbeweglichem Gesicht
da. Sie ist selbst schuld, dachte Eva. Ganz allein ist sie schuld. Niemand
hat sie gezwungen, das zu tun. Und dann dachte sie noch: Karola ist auch
schuld. Warum tut sie nie etwas und will hinterher, dass andere ihr helfen?
In der Pause ging Franziska nicht neben Eva her.

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And then the day came four months ago, that Franziskain the door had stood, monochromatic, narrow." Yes, I'm coming outFrankfurt. We have moved because my father here a point on oneHospital didn't get. ''And Mr Hanna had said: "Sit next to Eva."Franziska had given Eva hand, a little hand, less thanBaker, and himself. Mr Hanna had asked what she becauseat her last school most recently done had in math. And as henoted that far back, she was pretty, he turned to the classand said with a smile that was not a smile, a smile, thehis mouth only in the width of the Eva moved, a smile, longon the nerve was gone: "Franziska will long need, until theyour Bavarian standard have is reached."Eva saw that Franziska was red. She looked very young, set asBerthold under father's remarks. And Eva got up and said veryAccording to: "Mr Hanna, you are saying that we in Bavaria smarter"are than those in Hesse?"Karola turned around." "Good," she whispered."But no", Mr Hanna stuttered the schadenfrohen grin, theGirl delivered, "so it was not meant. It is only the curriculum,know...!"Eva was scared about himself."Thank you," whispered the girl next to her.When the hour was over, Mr. Hanna turned once againto Franziska." You're lucky that you're sitting next to our math-as. Evacould help much."This time, Eva was not quite sure whether it truly satirised meantwas. It sounded almost like a well-intentioned advice.Franziska sat still next to Eva. And she was stillpretty bad at math, although Eva their old notebooks out rummagedand you just gave her the next day. And still saidher Eva, spoke with her teacher and gave her morning greetingthe hand."Did something happen?"'No. Why?""Because you look." I have a headache.""And why did you then not at home stay?"Eva did not answer. She took out her books. She hated itSpace. She hated this House. Every day, again and again! Over four yearsbehind her and four years before her. She couldn't go to almostpresent. Mr Hanna's first hour, math, second hour womanPeters, German, third hour Mrs. Wittrock, biology, fourth hour MrSmall, English, fifth hour Mr. Hauser, art, sixth hour womanWendel, French. And she had to be good in all subjects.A test in English. Learned she had yesterday. But Karola, inthe bench in front of her, moaning: "and that in this weather. Yesterday I went toseven in the swimming pool."This goose thought Eva. Always, she complained, but never she does what.She's own fault."Anna, you give me a cheat sheet?" asked Karola whisper.Deborah, who had an English mother and spoke better English thanMr little, nodded.Eva began to write. Franziska slid a piece of paper you." ForKarola", she said softly. Eva shoved back the note."Don't be like. Pass."Eva shook his head, not looked up, moved the headbarely noticeable and would have him but shake want, clearly, would havelove out loud"no" screamed and "she goes swimming, she goes onIt is parties, dancing, she experienced something! Why should she evenhave good grades?"Franziska had seen the tiny head-shaking, she leanedbefore, obliquely over and dropped the note about Karolas shoulder.Mr little was there with a few steps, grabbed Frances sheetand put it on his desk. With his red felt-tip pen, he moved acrossabout the writing a thick stroke.No one said a Word. Franziska sat with immovable facesince. She is even thought Eva. She alone is to blame. Nobodyhas forced them to do that. And then she thought: Karola is alsoblame. Why doesn't she do anything and wants behind others to help you?Franziska not next to Eva was in the break.

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And then the day arrived, four months ago that Franziska
had stood in the door, long-haired, narrow. "Yes, I'm from
Frankfurt. We moved because my father here one on a
scored hospital."
And Mr. Hochstein had said: "Sit down beside Eva."
Franziska Eva had shaken hands, a small hand, smaller than
Barney, and sat down. Mr. Hochstein had asked her what she since
had recently gone through in their last school in math. And when he
found that it was quite far back, he turned to the class
and said with a smile that was not a smile, a smile that
pulled his mouth only in width, a smile that Eve has long
had gone on his nerves: "Franziska is a long time until it
will have reached our Bavarian Standard."
Eve saw that Franziska blushed. She looked very young, embarrassed as
Berthold under father's remarks. And Eva stood up and said very
loudly, "Mr. Hochstein, are you saying that we wiser in Bayern
? Than those in Hessen"
. Karola turned "Good," she whispered.
"But no," stammered Mr. Hochstein , the mischievous grin of
shipped girl "so that was not meant. It's just the curriculum,
you know ...!"
Eva was scared of himself.
"Thank you," the girl whispered beside her.
When the hour was over, turned Mr. Hochstein again
to Franziska. "you're lucky that you're sitting next to our Math Ace. Eva
could help you a lot."
This time, Eva was not quite sure whether it really meant ironically
was. It almost sounded like a good advice.
Franziska was still sitting next to Eva. And she was still
pretty bad at math, although Eva herausgekramt their old books
and she had given her the very next day. And still spoke
it to Eva, spoke to her about teacher and gave her the morning to greet
the hand.
"Did something happen?"
"No. Why?"
"Because you look like that." "I have a headache."
"And why are you then not stay at home? "
Eva did not answer. She unpacked her books. She hated this
room. She hated this house. Every day, again and again! More than four years
were behind her and four years before her. She could almost not
imagine. First hour Mr. Hochstein, math, second hour Mrs
Peters, German, third hour woman Wittrock, Biology, fourth hour Mr.
Little, English, five o'clock Mr. Hauser, art, sixth hour Mrs.
Wendel, French. And in all subjects they had to be good.
A test in English. Learned she had yesterday. But Karola, in
the bench in front of her, groaned: ". And in this weather Yesterday I was up
. Seven in the pool"
This goose, thought Eva. She always complains, but she never does what.
It is your own fault.
"Franziska, you give me a cheat sheet?" Karola asked in a whisper.
Franziska, who had an English mother and better English language as
Mr. Kleiner, nodded.
Eva began to write. Franziska pushed her a note to. "For
Caroline," she said softly. Eva pushed the note back.
"Do not be so. Give more."
Eva shook her head, she did not look up, moved his head
ever so slightly and had wanted him shaking, visibly, would
scream out loud "No" and "you go swimming, she goes to
parties, she goes dancing, they always experienced something! Why they should also
have good grades?"
Franziska had seen the tiny shake of her head, she leaned
against, inclined over, and let the note on Karolas shoulder fall.
Mr. Small was a couple of steps there, grabbed Frances' journal
and put it on his table. With his red felt pen he moved transversely
over the writing a thick line.
No one said a word. Franziska sat immovable face
there. It is your own fault, thought Eva. Alone, she is to blame. No one
forced them to do that. And then she thought: Karola is also
to blame. Why she never does anything and will afterwards that others help her?
In the break Franziska not walked beside Eva.

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and then the day came four months ago that franziskathe door had langhaarig narrow. "yes, i come fromfrankfurt. we moved, because my father here, a place on athe hospital. "and mr hochstein said: "sit next to eve."franziska eva"s hand, a small hand, smaller thanbertholds and set. mr hochstein asked you whatin the last school recently had taken in math. and when hestated that it was quite far back, he turned to the classand said with a smile, a smile, a smile thathis mouth moved in the width, a smile, the eva longannoying: "franziska will take you a long time toour bavarian standards will have. "eve saw that franziska red. she looked very young, embarrassed asberthold, under father"s remarks. and eve stood up and said veryaccording to hochstein: "lord, are you saying that we in bavaria.than in the hessian? "karola turned around. "well," she whispered."no," stammered the hochstein, the schadenfrohen gringirl hands, "that"s not what i meant. it"s just the curriculumyou know! "eva was himself alarmed."thank you," whispered the girl next to her.when the hour was over, turned mr hochstein againto franziska. "you"re lucky you beside our math as is. evacould you help a lot. "this was eve not quite sure whether it really like thatwas. it almost sounded like a good advice.franziska sat still in addition to eva. and she was stillpretty bad at math, even though their old issues herausgekramt evaand her on the next day. and still spokeyou, eva, talked to her about teachers and gave her in the morning to greetthe hand."what happened?""no. what do you mean? ""because you look like that." "i"ve got a headache.""then why are you not at home?"eva didn"t answer. she grabbed her books. she hated theroom. she hated this house. every day always! over four yearswere behind her, four years before her. she could almost notimagine. first hour, mr hochstein, math, second hour womanpeters, german, third hour wife wittrock, biology, fourth hour, mr.little english, fifth hour mr hauser, art, sixth hour womanwendel, french. and in all subjects had to be good.have a test in english. had learned it yesterday. but is inthe bank in front of you, sighed: "and that in this weather. yesterday, i went toseven in the pool. "the goose, thought eva. she always complains, but never does anything.it was his own fault."franziska, you give me a cheat?" bat is whispering.franziska, an english mother and better english thanmr little, nodded.eva began to write. franziska slipped her a note. "is, "she said softly. eva slipped the note back."don"t be like that. give more. "eva shook her head, she looked at, moving the headnot significantly and had him shake are clearly visible,preferably, according to "no" and "she"s screaming swim, she goes toparties, she is dancing, she experienced anything! why do you stillhave good grades? "franziska had a tiny head shaking, she leanedbefore, oblique over and let the note on karolas shoulder.mr was smaller with a few steps there, grabbed franziskas leafand put it on his desk. with its red felt tip, he moved acrosson the written a line.nobody said a word. franziska sat with fixed facethere. it is your fault, thought eva. alone is you fault. no oneforced you to do that. and then she thought: is isfault. why do you never and will follow that help her?in the pause was franziska to eva.