She Who Never Smiles

This Girl

I look to my left to see a girl, about my height, sitting there. When she kept staring at me it finally registered that she asked a question. "Mey." I told her flatly. This girl doesn't seem like someone I'd normally hang out with, so frankly I'm not looking forward to anything she has to say.

"That's a pretty name." she smiled and turned to face the front of the room just as others started to funnel in. That's wierd, she seems like the type of girl who would keep blabbing on about absolutely nothing important until your ear bleeds. Yet I can't help but think there's something different about her, like she understands me.

I think start to feel the corners of my mouth lift a little. I reach my hand up. Just as I thought, only my imagination. What was I thinking. I wouldn't smile because of someone I just met. Would I? No. I wouldn't, That's silly. I haven't smiled in a while. I haven't smiled in so long, there's nothing in this world to smile for. So why does the fact I thought I did in the first place, feel so right? This girl. This damn girl. Her stupid cheery smiles going to drive me nuts.

The choir teacher starts speaking. It somewhat helps me take my mind of of the blonde haired lunatic sitting next to me. Until it hits me, Her name. Her damn name! Kalipay. It means happy, or joy. Something along those lines, It's in another language. I'd read it in a book I'd gotten in the library a summer or two ago. Does she know what her name means? Is that why she's always smiling? I bet she's waiting for someone to ask her about it, then she'll talk for hours and hours all about how her name means happy. Stupid. People are stupid.