The Girl Who Can't Shed Tears

Chapter 1

“Oh hey there little girl.” A fancy voice called out to a freshman wearing glasses. She was carrying her books and was gripping them tightly. It was very evident that fear had conquered her. “Did you not hear me, little girl?” Allison called out again. Allison is the school’s cheerleader. And by that, I mean the nastiest girl who always bullies freshmen. Wearing the school uniform was by far, the most respectful thing she could ever do. The girl cringed in fear and swallowed a big gulp as she approached the ‘Queen Bitch’. The other students on the hallway were tuned up to what Allison would do to the poor little girl. Allison’s friends were grinning sinisterly, knowing what Allison would do. Some students, who have also been victims of the Queen Bitch, were hiding between the other students so that they won’t be noticed. Some were already laughing. All of them were filled with different reactions, but I was expressionless.

“Let’s see. What’s your name little girl?” Allison said when the girl had finally reached her. “Ha-Haley” she replied, stammering. “Haley, what a nice name!” Allison said, putting her right hand to her waist and smiling evilly. “So, shall we give you a nice welcome here in the academy?” the Queen Bitch told her, emphasizing the word nice. Allison reached for Jane’s strawberry float and took a sip from it. Everyone in the hallway knew what she was going to do, but they couldn’t do anything to stop her. Before she can pour the disgusting strawberry float on Haley, I did my move.

The people on the hallway parted and made way for me. I, as I usually do, pretended to know nothing about the ‘Welcome Ceremony’ of the Queen Bitch. I walked straight as if I don’t give a damn about what’s happening. Everyone was so quiet that I swear the silence was deafening. Finally, I reached the point where the freshman was standing and Allison stood, surprised. “O-Oh, Megan.” She said, the evil smile on her face disappearing. I removed my earphones as if I knew nothing of what was happening and raised an eyebrow as if to say “What?!” “Oh, nothing. I was just telling this little girl—I mean Haley, how nice her uhm, her glasses are.” She told me, as she pointed to Haley’s glasses. If I was a different person and Allison would have used that lame excuse, everyone would have laughed at her, but right now, everyone was serious and quiet. “So what does it have to do with me if you wanted her glasses?” I stated coldly.  “You’re getting in my way.” I continued. “Oh! I’m sorry about that.” She reacted quickly and made way for me. Before I can tell her to go away and never get into my way again, the bell rang, signifying that it was already time. The crowd in the hallway broke up and even Allison and her friends went away. Haley looked at me, speechless, but her eyes seemed to say “Thank you.” “Don’t let them get you.” I told her and walked away.

As soon as I entered the classroom, I felt relieved for the homeroom teacher wasn't in yet. My classmates were very noisy as they did their own things--gossiping, flirting, and other unfavorable stuff. I put my bag on my seat, the one at the back and the one nearest to the window. I took a sit and slept on my desk and waited  for the teacher to come. 

After a short nap, I woke up and heard really noisy voices chatting and laughing and just talking. I raised my head and took a peek at what on Earth was going on. At the front, a blonde girl was flirting with two dark haired guys--and I swear her laugh is annoying. Three girls wearing so much make-up were busy chatting about the latest fashion. On the other side, 2 girls were busy checking their blogs on their iPhones. A girl in front of me was listening to music with her headphones on, and some the other people filled up their own time with individual stuffs--and only I, was sleeping, but who gives a damn.

After about 5 minutes of going back to sleep, I woke up to a loud voice and the annoying cheer of girls. "Hey, I'm Luke. I transferred here." a guy's voice wavered in the air, followed by high-pitched screams of the girls. Sounds of footsteps covered the air. I heard guy-greetings like "'Sup Bro!", "Hey", "Let's hang out" and noises of palms against another palm. After the manly noises came up really pitchy and flirty girl-greetings like "Hey, I'm Britney", "I'm Cassey, can I have your phone number?" and "Do you have a girlfriend?" and many questions that each girl was trying to ask him without getting pushed away by the other girls.

Moments later after struggling to sleep again, the atmosphere suddenly calmed. It was as if time had frozen and everyone stopped talking and making noises, then I heard footsteps. They came closer and closer, and I realized that maybe the teacher had arrived, so I woke up from my slumber and sat straight. A dark-haired boy appeared before me with a smile and I realized that he wasn't the teacher. "I'm Kris." He said as he raised his hand to my front for a handshake. "Uhm, Kris, why don't we just tour you around..." Drew, a blonde haired boy who was my classmate last school year tried to persuade Kris to get out of my sight. But it wasn't working. He was still sticking out his hand to me, together with the stupid smile of his. He looked at Drew and let out a confused expression, but before he could question him, Drew already put an arm around him and they headed somewhere away from me. Before a minute can pass by, the homeroom teacher came and all went back to their seats. 

It was lunch break and all students had gone to the dining hall. I stood up and decided to go to the dining hall too and eat some lunch. Without complaining about how disgusting cafeteria food was, I went to my usual seat; a small round table which can be occupied by three people to the maximum. I took out a medium-sized lunchbox that my Mom had prepared for me and I uncovered it, finding a nicely packed meal. My Mom always loved to cook. Even with all the maids at home, not once did Mom allow someone to cook for us. She would wake up early in the morning and cook breakfast for us, then prepare lunch for me and Dad and also for herself, then for dinner, she'd come home early and cook for us. I love her recipes and we never get tired of all the dishes she cooks for us.

"My Dear Megan, This dish is called Chicken Parmesan, made from chicken breasts and 15 other ingredients. Enjoy your lunch. Love You." The sticky note from the cover of my lunchbox said. Mom was always like this, she'd always mention the name of the dish she made for us, and I think it's cool. I looked at the dish and I just can't ever get tired of how it looks. Two pieces of thick Chicken breasts wrapped in bread crumbs. A small amount of pasta covered in red creamy sauce were added beside the Chicken Parmesan as a side dish, and just a little space above it, lied a small container. I opened it and it was filled with creamy tomato sauce sprinkled with Parmesan and Mozzarella cheese and some Basil leaves. 

I sealed off the thoughts about how wonderful the dish was and prepared my spoon, table knife, and fork to eat. I plunged my fork to a piece of the Chicken and was about to savor it with my mouth when a figure appeared  before my eyes. I put down my fork and looked at the boy who sat on my table sharply. "Oh jeez, Chicken Parmesan! Can I have some?" he said as soon as he grabbed the sticky note and read it. Everyone in the cafeteria looked at our direction in surprise, and some, in fear. I was surprised at how he just appeared in front of me and ask for a piece of my Parmesan even though he barely knows me. Hate covered me. It was always like that, I hated people. I hated people except for my Mom and Dad. I hated people who think they're so close with me and act as if I was their friend. I just hate them. He was about to grab a piece of the Parmesan when I stopped him with a fist on the table, sending off a loud thud and making the lunchbox nearly fall off the edge of the table. Everyone continued to stare at us. 

Some girls gasped. The boys reacted and soon enough, a boy came to where we sat. The boy who sat with me at my table was confused and stared at me. "Why? Can't I have some?" he asked, now a little more pitchy and unsure. "Kris, come on." Jazz, the one who recently came stated. "Okay, if you say so." Kris said and they walked away. I watched them go away and noticed that the boy called Kris was unsettled. Then I remembered that he was the new student. 'So that's why.' I thought. I usually would just chuckle to myself, but this time, I was not ease. I lost my appetite so I just kept my lunch and went away, leaving the cafeteria food at my table and the people watching me walk away.