My school life is a disaster. No one wants to be friends with me.

When I first arrived, I realized I looked completely different from the other kids. They are all devil candidates; they have flexible bodies, sharp minds, and a certain look I can't quite describe. I didn't know what a student was supposed to look like, but I knew I didn't fit in. Mama and Dada couldn't be there, so Björn came with me on the first day.

He has much more experience than I do. As we walked around the campus, he told me that if I ever needed help, I should call him immediately. At the time, I thought it was a joke. I didn't think I'd ever need rescue from a school.

The classes turned out to be quite easy. I don’t have to study much, yet I still get top marks. But I noticed that my good grades made the others unhappy. It was obvious: when I got a high score, the other kids would stare at me. When I made a mistake, they clapped and looked delighted.

I didn't mind that much at first. Everyone makes mistakes, and small errors didn't change my overall performance. The school ranks everyone on a list to show who is the annual best devil. I was always Number 1. I was so happy and shared my success with Björn; he was proud of me and thought I had a real talent for magic.

Then, one day, it was as if all the kids except me had made a pact: they didn't want to be my friends anymore. They stopped talking to me and refused to play. I became like air. I didn't understand why. I hadn't done anything bad to them. Suddenly, everyone seemed to be my enemy.

Finally, a teacher pulled me aside. "The other kids feel you don't give them a chance because you are always Number 1," she explained.

I didn't tell Björn about this; I wanted to fix it on my own. Since the classes weren't difficult, I decided to adjust my grades by making mistakes. The next year, I finally ranked third. I made it! No Number 1 this time. I waited for someone to talk to me or invite me to play. But nothing changed. I still had no friends.

I have never felt so frustrated. If the problem was my grades, and I changed them, why was I still alone? There had to be another reason. This time, I walked up to the other kids and asked them directly. They told me my color was wrong, that it wasn't a devil color. They said I looked too cute, and that a true devil should look intimidating.

I don’t know how to be like them. I remember my parents’ words: they said I can be whatever I like and do what I want. They never taught me how to be someone else. I felt so confused.

One day, when I saw Björn coming home from work, I asked him how he became a doctor. He must know a way to become someone else. He looks like a doctor when he goes out; everyone trusts him and likes him in that role.

Björn told me that he studied hard, met many people, and learned to understand others. He also said he had to be brave enough to take responsibility in this role.

I study, though maybe not enough, and perhaps I need to meet more people, not just these kids at school. As for understanding others, I'm not sure how to do that yet, but I want to try. And being brave? I can definitely do that.