Tranquilo, no te preocupes, ¡todo bien! Entiendo perfecto.
Aquí tienes la traducción completa al inglés, manteniendo exactamente el mismo formato con los nombres al lado, las acotaciones y todo tal cual lo escribiste:
Many times we look at people and tend to say: «Ugh, he looks serious... Ugh no, better stay away, he looks angry or serious, or unapproachable», but most of the times they can end up being a great friend.
DAIRO: DAIROOOOOO! (Grave and serious voice)
EVERYONE: Ahhhhhhhh!
YO: Hey kid, don't hit him, or else I'll call the teacher.
DINA: Yeah, that's right, don't bother him.
SAYURI: Yeah, leave him alone and better go away.
DAIRO: Ah.
KID: What? But him and I are friends, we live together.
US: It's true, Dairo, is he not bothering you?
DAIRO: No, not at all... He's my friend, it's just that he scares people because he's tall.
KID: Yeah.
DAIRO: Hey, how did you end up studying here? I hadn't seen you until today.
KID: Ah, just today my mom came to register me, so I'll study starting tomorrow and also next year.
DAIRO: Friend, introduce yourself, they don't know you yet.
KID: Well... excuse me, my name is Fernando.
YO: Nice to meet you, Fernando (I put out my hand to shake his, Dina and Sayuri also came really close to him).
FERNANDO: Ah...
YO: What happened?
DAIRO: You guys scared him.
YO: But I didn't do anything.
DAIRO: Relax, Fernán, Ángel wasn't going to do anything to you.
FERNANDO: Yes.
YO (THINKING): What's wrong with him? Such a big kid and he's scared of me, someone smaller... Or is it something else? And why did he scream if just Dina and Sayuri got a little close to him?
YO: Well, let's go into the classroom, see you later, Fernando.
FERNAN: Ti... yeah.
YO (THINKING): He said "Ti" instead of "Yes".
DISMISSAL
YO: See you tomorrow.
DINA: See you tomorrow.
SAYURI: Goodbye.
(I see Dairo leaving)
YO: Dairo, come on, let's talk!
DAIRO: Yes.
YO: Your friend is different... I noticed he's weird, his face is also weird and he seems to drool a lot. When I went to the bathroom before recess ended, I passed by the principal's office and he was staring at the ceiling.
DAIRO: Come closer (whispers): It's just that my friend suffers from something in his mind that makes him get scared of various things, of people talking to him loudly and getting too close to him, that's why he seems weird. I also notice it, but I haven't asked his parents anything.
YO: Oh.
DAIRO: But don't say any of this to our friends so they don't treat him in a special way, so they treat him like a normal person, and don't you treat him differently either, friend.
YO: Alright friend, you're right.
MOM ARRIVES
MOM: Ángel, let's go.
(WALKING)
MOM: How was your day?
YO: I made more friends.
MOM: Oh, that's good.
YO: Mom, a question... Are there kids who seem normal but aren't, or drool a lot, or stare at the ceiling out of nowhere?
MOM: Oh... yes.
YO: And what are they called?
MOM: You must have seen one today... Listen.
YO: Yeah.
MOM: Those kids were born that way and there's no cure, I think it's not even an illness. Now, if you see a kid with special characteristics or abilities, treat him the same way you treat everyone else.
YO: WHY?
MOM: Because they are also kids, just with different abilities, but even so they deserve respect. And if one day you see them bothering one...
YO: I'll go and hit whoever is bothering him.
MOM: No... you call your teacher.
YO: And if she's not there?
MOM: You call another teacher or the principal.
WEEKS LATER
IN CLASS
YO: Fernando, did you do the homework?
FERNANDO: Un... ji.
YO: Ah.
FERNANDO: Ti... ti.
YO: Oh, can you pass it to me?
FERNANDO: Ajá, aja.
YO: Oh right, today I brought a toy car, here, play with it.
FERNÁN: Thaanks.
A WHILE LATER
YO (THINKING): I felt like going to the bathroom, plus I only have a little bit left.
IN THE BATHROOM
FERNAN: Aaaaaaaaaah.
YO: Fernán, what happened?
BULLYING: Ha ha, retarded (stupid) kid, give me that car!
FERNÁN: No... ta, I gave it, it's Ángel's!
BULLYING: Hand it over! (kicks him)
FERNÁN: Ouch.
YO (THINKING): What do I do? The teacher isn't here, I'm going to call the principal and leave them here... Ahhhhhhh!
BULLYING: Hand it over, stupid!
YO: Pow! Pow!
BULLYING: Ah, my face, I'll tell the principal! (runs away crying)
YO: Ha ha, go tell on him, crybaby.
YO: Fernán, ARE YOU OKAY?!
FERNÁN: Ah, ah, ah, ah (shortness of breath).
YO: Calm down, I'm here.
FERNÁN: THWACK!
YO: Ouch! It hurt... Why did you slap me?
FERNÁN: Don't... don't... don't do anything to me.
BULLYING: Look, principal!
PRINCIPAL: Kid, why are you bothering your classmate like that? Weren't you taught to be polite?
YO: No, I didn't do it, it was that kid who hit him.
BULLYING: Lie miss, it was him, what's more, he punched me, look.
PRINCIPAL: Student, you are in serious trouble, I'll call your parents... Come with me (grabs my arm).
YO: It wasn't me... FERNANDO, tell them the truth!
FERNANDO: Uh, ah, uha (shortness of breath and scared).
YO: FERNANDOOOOOOOOOOO!
AFTER A FEW MINUTES IN THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE
PRINCIPAL: Thank you very much for coming, parents of student Ángel.
MOM AND DAD: The pleasure is ours.
DAD: What happened? Why did you call us out of the blue?
PRINCIPAL: Apparently, your son was bothering one of his classmates.
YO: Lie, it wasn't me.
(My mom pinches me)
YO: Ouch!
MADRE: Shut up, we'll talk about it at home (serious and angry voice).
DAD: Please continue.
PRINCIPAL: He also tried to hit another student who saw everything and ran to help, and that kid took the blow... Come in, student.
BULLYING: Yes, I saw him, he was bothering him and I stepped in so he wouldn't hit him (cries).
YO: Lie, it was you.
MOM: Shut up.
YO (THINKING): No... What is she doing? They are going to beat me for something I didn't do.
PRINCIPAL: And to finish, the kid he bothered is a child with special abilities.
MOM: That's why you asked me about special kids... You'll see as soon as we get home! (pulls my ears).
YO: Aah, it hurts.
DAD: We're leaving, miss, I'll give him the corresponding punishment.
PRINCIPAL: Yes, I hope you do.
AT HOME
MOM: How could you treat that kid that way and me telling you they are different, you deserve a really big punishment!
DAD: Stop, I'll take care of it (takes me to my room).
DAD: How could you be capable of doing that to the kid?
YO: Dad, no... let me explain.
DAD: Calm down, that kid blamed you, I knew it the moment he couldn't even look you in the eyes and couldn't even point at you... I think he can barely speak, but if we tell your mom she'll make a huge scene. I propose the following: first, you'll be more obedient to your mom.
YO: Yes.
DAD: Second, you'll practice more on the violin.
YO: Okay.
DAD: You'll use those 2 days off plus Sunday to improve, and third, with this problem you had you'll know who your real friends are, if they ignore you or leave, they aren't real friends.
DAD: Fourth, so your mom doesn't suspect, I'll punch the wall and you'll make screams of pain, I'll bring an onion so you can fake tears and you'll stay in your room until lunch.
YO (THINKING): My dad is a wise man.
YO: Yes dad, I'll do whatever you say.
DAD: Oh, and preferably stay away from that special kid and that other one, when I saw him I felt like he reflected hatred toward you.
YO: Yes, father.
(Afterwards we did everything my dad said and the days of punishment went by super fast)
SUNDAY 10:00 PM
MOM: Tomorrow you have school, leave the TV and go to sleep already, woe to you if you make another scene tomorrow.
YO: Yes, mom.