Oli Corona always has tears. Tears in her shirts. Tears in her pants. But mostly tears stinging the back of her eyes. Oli has always been the pity party of the school. Always crying about something or other. "There she goes again," "Off to weep in the corner, like always." "Not like I'm surprised, she's a crybaby." And yet, Oli ignored the hateful words, softly singing to herself to keep her mind off everything.