Drowning in tears

1.The new girl

"Riiiinnng!!" My metaphysical alarm clock rang, disturbing the peace and tranquility of my mind. I groaned, waking up grudgingly.

   Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not one to willingly wake up immediately after the alarm rings. The newly invented alarm clock is not only just installed in your mind so that that it doesn't interrupt other people who are still supposed to sleep,it disturbs you continually until you wake up. Of course, the inventors made sure to include a 'snooze button' in their invention, but unfortunately for me, my parents bought me the kind that disabled this function. How kind of them.

Anyways, I shuffled my feet as I dragged myself to the bathroom. I stared at my half-asleep face in the mirror. Of course, it's pretty because come on, it's 2066, almost all rich people have more or less altered their appearance. I mean, the society was all about being perfect and flawless now.It's not like I don't like it, it just feels like it's not...me . I feel trapped in a cocoon, only exposing my most glamorous parts to the world and not the real me. A hycroprite, just like everyone else.

"Kamilah, please hurry up! You will be late for school!" My train of thoughts was cut off by my mother's call, laced with annoyance. Yes, Kamilah was my name. Guess what's the meaning? *drumroll* Surprise, surprise--- it simply means ...perfect. Of course, it was so obvious that even a three-year-old could guess it.

"Yes, mother. I'm sorry it took me so long." I replied calmly, with a hint of apology. That was a trick I mastered over the years. In order to make my parents satisfied with my behavior, I had to control the tone and emotions behind my speech. That was how I taught myself to pretend and become the best daughter they could ever wish for.

Later that day, during English lessons, my form teacher introduced us to a new classmate. Me being the loner, I didn't even bother to look up to see her face. After all, nobody wanted to make friends with the outcast. It was humiliating.

Anyway, we didn't have to anyway. We could just use this identification scanner installed in our brain ever since we were born. It allowed you to learn all the information about a person quickly, as if having the world at your fingertips.

So, since I had nothing better to do, I scanned for the new student's identity. There, clearly on the name column, were the words 'Amity Jameson'. I let out a shocked gasp as I felt a pang in my heart. I was dizzy with hope. It couldn't be her, could it? No, it couldn't be. I must be dreaming. My head felt fainted as I finally mustered my courage to look up...