"Ugh, look it's her!"

"She's back? I thought she was dead."

"Did you hear about her family? Total basket-cases."

"Why is she here?"

A girl walked down the hallway of her school, not saying anything as her fellow classmates whispered about her.

Her famous, nickname earning tears started up, pouring out of her eyes where everyone could see. She didn't even try to hide them, she was used to it by now.

"Look, now she's crying."

"What a baby."

She tried not to take the words to heart, telling herself that she wasn't the problem. It was them, but her heart refused to listen. The tears didn't stop and she just kept walking, not halting even once. She made her way to her desired destination, her locker.

It was located right next to the girls bathroom which was convenient for her whenever she needed to just have a good cry.

She walked up to her locker and put in the combination, twisting it open and placing a few things from her arms inside. A few pieces of paper tumbled out and she stooped down to pick them up.

Grabbing one of them, she smoothed it out and read it.

Just kill yourself! No one will miss you!

Little did they know she's already tried.

If you got hit by a bus, who would even care?

Nobody and she knew it.

Why do you even exist? We don't need you on this Earth so just get rid of yourself!

A tear slipped out of her eye and landed on the slip of paper with a small splat.

She sighed, picking up all the pieces of paper and dumping them into the trash bin right next to her locker.

More tears fell, but she paid them no mind as she finished putting away and gathering her things from the locker before closing it.

Everyone's eyes were still on her as she began the walk to her first class of the day.

The bell rang then and everyone rushed to get to their classes, multiple people shoving her and knocking her to the ground. No one stopped to help her gather the things that fell out of her hands as she tumbled to the floor.

She scrambled to scoop all of her belongings into her bag, not caring that it was disorganized as long as she wouldn't be late. Just as she was starting to get up, she dropped her bag again. An annoyed groan escaped her mouth as she kneeled again, picking everything back up and hurriedly shoving it all into her arms and rushed down the hall.

She turned a corner as she sprinted across the corridor, her half pink and half black hair trailing behind her. The two minute warning bell rang and she tried to increase her pace.

Just as she reached the door and practically jumped inside, the bell rung. The teacher looked up from her desk when he noticed her in the doorway.

"Late, Ms. Martinez." He drawled in a bored tone, pointing her in the direction of her seat.

The girl pouted and walked to the back of the classroom, plopping down in her usual seat.

Someone extended their leg and tripped her as she walked past. She tumbled to the floor and dropped her things for a third time.

Laughter filled the room as she sat up slowly on her knees, quietly packing her things back up. She bit her lip, already feeling the tears presence.

"Oh, look she's gonna cry." A girl taunted, kicking a journal away as she reached for it. She flinched and pulled back her hand.

"Crybaby! Crybaby!" They all chanted in a chorus.

The teacher rolled his eyes, already used to this. No matter what any of the staff said, none of the students would give this poor girl a break.

"Alright, class. Settle down." He ordered, everyone hushing themselves and the girl grabbing her things and scrambling to her desk.

Mr. Henderson grabbed the attendance sheet and began to call names. When they heard their name being called, the student would raise their hand and mutter a bored "here".

Meanwhile, the girl in the back cried silently with her head resting in her palms.

What did she ever do to deserve this? Someone please tell her.

"Crybaby?" Mr. Henderson said with guilt in his voice.

The poor girl was so used to the awful nickname that she actually asked all of the teachers to call her that instead of her birth name.

It was a shame really. There was nothing this girl had ever done to deserve such harassment. She just had a terrible first day of kindergarten which kickstarted the rest of her life.

"I'm here." She said, her voice soft as she raised her hand. Mr. Henderson nodded and moved on, finally finishing roll call as a knock sounded on the door.

He set the attendance sheets on his desk and walked over to the door, opening it.

Behind the door stood a pale, brown haired boy. He looked nervous and a little anxious as he stared across the room. His brown eyes settled on the girl for a few seconds longer than the others, but he quickly shook his head and turned back to Mr. Henderson.

"Um, is this Mr. Henderson's first period English class?" He asked, stammering a bit as he looked down at the paper in his hands. Most likely his class schedule.

"Yes, it is. And you're late." Mr. Henderson said as he walked back to his desk, the new guy in tow.

"I'm sorry, it's my first day and I didn't really know my way around the school." He apologized.

"Okay, I'll let you off with a warning just this once. Now, introduce yourself to the class." He ordered.

The students all sat smugly in their seats, just waiting for this new student to embarrass himself. The girl sighed sadly, knowing that what happened to her would most likely happen to him as well.

"Well, my name is Johnny. I just moved here from Colorado a few days ago." He said, shuffling his feet.

Mr. Henderson nodded and pointed him to a seat. Right next to the girl.

She grew nervous as he walked over, settling into his desk.

The lesson started, but hardly anybody was paying attention. Especially not the girl who noticed how Johnny wouldn't stop staring at her.

"What?" She whispered in an annoyed tone. He didn't even know her and he was already gonna start making fun of her.

"I-I'm sorry, it's just... I like your hair." He confessed, a blush hinting his cheeks. The girls scowl dropped as she blinked at him slowly.

Did he just... Compliment her?

Her face grew warm and she started nervously fidgeting with her hands. "Um, thanks."

"So what's your name?" He asked, smiling warmly. She smiled back, holding out her hand to shake his.

"Crybaby."

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Hello people! This chapter was really short and I'm sorry but it's kind of like a prologue/just a quick introduction to the story. The next chapter will be longer I promise and I'm sorry to all Jishwa fans, but he won't show up until a few chapters. I also forgot to mention that this story will change from Melanie's point of view to Josh's to third person, and a few others like Tyler or Jenna a few times maybe. I'll tell you everytime the p.o.v. changes

Mkay, bye see you next time.