The Mysterious Blue Claire

2: TERESA WILKINS

I think that I have the world's largest supply of tears. If in the future we run out of water, which I am sorry to say we surely will, I am going to be the ultimate savior of the world because I will never run out of tears. Whenever my heart feels a bit heavy like even a bit....my glistening, pearl shaped tears burst forth like water from an overloaded dam. My eyes were made to bring these witless tears into this world. The only thing I'm proud of. No time for joking Blue, my head snapped back at me. Right, call me crazy.

My sleeves were literally winging-wet with my tears by now and by the look of my eyes, it surely looked that I had just resurrected from death, all puffy and bloodshot red. I couldn't quite seem to comprehend if my eyes were like this because of the guilt I had or because of the disappointment. Not for the murder but for not standing up for myself when I could've.

I had been sitting in this position for nearly 10 minutes and had cursed myself and my life enough. What I hate myself for is that even when I know that I am innocent and irreproachable, every single time I curse, I curse myself instead of all these heartless, flibbertigibbets who know nothing else but to believe in rumors. These lifeless rumors. It's said that you can hear the rumors but you can't know them. Seems like these people have started helplessly believing in them before hearing the second side of the story. My side of the story. I don't hate them because I know its futile and that they shall suffer my wrath eventually, naturally.

I wiped my tears, took a deep breath and stood up. Against my will, I unlocked the door and stepped out of the small place that has always helped me to hide my weaknesses......TEARS, to be more specific. No one was around. "Thank goodness!", I whispered and a sigh of relief escaped my plum lips. I washed my face with the icy, cold water. The water cascaded serenely around my face, leaving opaque and transparent ripples in widening circles on my cold skin. Looking at myself in the mirror, I could see a dismal, monotonous and dreary girl standing in front of me. The blue of her eyes faded away. Standing there I reminded myself of all the resolutions I had made. Of how I'm going to survive this one last year of high school, alone I might as well add. I don't need anyone with me. Not now, not ever.

Just as I stepped out, fortuitously the bell for the first period rang and everyone started to make their way into classes. I checked my schedule which informed me that my first lesson was English in room no. 12. English has always been my favorite probably because I've always been fond of reading, writing, poetry etc. That is normal for someone like me who has learned to live in unending loneliness. Who just reads fiction thinking that one day, maybe just one day my life's going to go back to the way it was before. Anticipating for good, I quickly made my way into the classroom. The last chair was empty, thank goodness! Did I mention I'm a socially awkward person? So yeah, assuming that you guessed it right, I sat right at the very end.

The class was full with nearly twenty living souls all talking loud as if all they wanted was to show me how de trop and alone I was. Well they needed not to, I already knew that. But thanks for reminding anyways. Note the sarcasm please.

''HEY!!'', I was snapped out of my dark and gloomy thoughts by this sweet girly voice. Light brown hair, hazel eyes, body with curves in just the right places and a really nice sense of fashion, wearing a black crop top with jeans and combat boots. This girl stood in front of me with a Cheshire cat smile on her face that I assumed was genuine. "Umm...hu....hii ", I said stuttering with utter disbelief as I had not expected anyone to come and greet me in such a lively way.
''I am Teresa. Teresa Wilkins", she said stretching her hand out for a handshake. I quickly grabbed her hand and hesitantly introduced myself since I knew that the second she knows my name, she'll make her way back from where she had come from, reminding herself not to ever come near me again.
''I am Blue. Blue Claire''. I had already imagined the shock that would strike her face and the speed with which her feet would turn. But to my utter surprise, the ever so sweet smile was still on her face. "BLUE. I know. Nice to meet you", she said as she sat next to me and settled in.