The Break-up Scene

Chapter 1: The Encounter

"It's over."

My heart was beating so fast. After everything that happened, I couldn't handle it anymore. To let go is the most painful part of loving. What happened?

It's been almost a year since I had the best thing that ever happened to me.

August of 2012. New chapter of life. It was my first day at Westfields High. To be in junior high was probably the scariest part of my student life. In my observation, there were 5 types of students in our school: the nerd, the jock, the Barbie girl, the wannabe, and the unclassified. I considered myself as the unclassified for I haven’t really discovered my personality.

Anyway, on that day we went to the audio visual room for the Junior’s orientation and welcome party. Seriously, did we really have to be oriented? The opening number was presented by this group of wannabe singers. I considered it a little boring though. Mr. Michaels, the principal, had a long speech and only few were paying attention (perhaps you could include me). He talked about the history of our school, the faculty, the facilities, the rules, and of course, the students. After, the party started. Everybody was relieved after his speech. When I stood, I felt like my butt got burned by seating for three boring hours. Then, I immediately grabbed a glass of lemonade. Standing alone on the corner of the room, there was this girl who approached me. She was a beautiful, friendly, and cheerful girl. Her name was Hilary.

"Hi! How are you doing?" Hilary gave me a hand shake.

"I'm good. I'm Kyra Wolfe. It’s nice to meet you." Although I felt uncomfortable, I managed to give her a sweet smile.

"So, you're a junior, right? I have a brother who studies here. He's a senior. His name is-" I can barely hear her. The loud music of the stereo distracted me. Someone interrupted us and called her from a far, coming towards us. Three Barbie girls and one pitiful personal assistant (Poor girl, she’s not supposed to be treated like a slave!). I really hoped Hilary is not part of them although she was pretty popular and beautiful which were the basic characteristics of a Barbie girl.

"Hey Girl!" one of the flirt said, the one who had green eyes and red hair.

"Hi! I'm sorry I can't be with you right now. How about we'll have a cappuccino after school?"

"What? Well, fine. See ya later." Their leader looked dismayed but preferred not to worry for it might spoil her beauty. By the way, her name was Diana. I recognized her because of the thin line of scar on her wrist.

"You must be very popular." I complimented.

"No. Not really. They like me because of my brother. So are we friends?"

"Sure. Why not?"

We talked about our former schools, the food at the buffet, the 4 types of students (The 5th one is actually my little secret), the things we love to do, and other girl stuffs. The party ended at 3pm. I left the place while others preferred to stay and to mingle. Hilary went to see the Barbie girls. I headed home. I noticed some had their own cars already. But me? I had a bicycle. My parents bought it for me when it was my 12th birthday. Our house was just near the school anyway.

At home, I told mom my first day high experience and she was really happy about it. She cooked a really special dinner for the four us- my father, my mother, me, and my younger brother who is only seven and naughty. We were actually 3 siblings. I have an older brother but unfortunately, we only get to see him every weekend because he lives in the hospital. Ever heard of Down syndrome? Well, yeah.

Anyway, I realized I wasn't able to meet a lot of new people today because about 40% of the school’s population was from my old school. I could only thought of 17… not bad.