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Shattered Glass

The only constant is change - Heraclitus We may be happy today and shed tears for tomorrow. I was, since I can remember, bitter because of what life gave me. I always see myself as nothing special, not pretty and not even smart, bullied at school, even at home.

“Good morning Dollar! I’m off!”

This is how I usually start my boring day, greeting my pet dog. School is just a few minutes away from home so I don’t have to ride the school bus. Everyday I walk through the wet market, squeezing thru loads of people covered in sweat, no wonder my classmates call me Armpit Pig.

“Hey Margaret!”

“Hey! Morning Sam! What’s up?”

As always, he’s squeezing through the same smelly and sweaty people with a grin across his face.

“Here, eat them at lunch, Mom says you have to eat plenty or you’ll die of hunger!”

He handed me a lunchbox and an apple.

“Thanks Sam! Tell you’re Mom that I’ll pay off my debts soon. Ok?”

I waved goodbye to Sam. I can’t be late since it’s the last week of the school year. Thank heavens I’m finally graduating.

Margaret Henry our Valedictorian for this school year. Best in Mathematics, Best in Science and Health, Best in Arts… Most Outstanding Student for the Year 2001.

Everyone in the crowd is clapping, even my school mates who bullied me, they are just doing it for the sake of the ceremony, I know because I can see that they are not looking here at the stage but to their children or parents opposite them. Only Sam and his family are cheering for me and I can’t be happier.

“Hello? Is Miss Margaret Henry here? Is anybody even home?”

I slightly tapped the man’s shoulder, I can see that he’s starting to try break open my door.

“Uhm, hello Sir. Who are you? And why are you looking for me?”

“Are you really Miss Margaret?”

I really wonder what’s up with this balding man, coming over to the slums wearing a white-tailed suit. Are butler’s in right now or maybe he loves Kuroshitsuji like I do.

“Yep. I am the one they call Miss Margaret. Can I invite you in my humble abode? Before you break open my door?”

I was laughing in my head. I can’t believe I just acted like I was a stuck up brat. “I apologize for intruding and almost doing unnecessary things.” Did he just bow?! What the hell is up with this oldie!?

“Sir, we’re not in the 18th century you know. I’m not even a rich girl, as you can see, you don’t have to bow your head to me.”

I gestured for him to look around my home, my small home, built with only scraps of wood and some plastic canvas I scavenged all around Treepé, with nothing except a small cabinet where I keep my run down clothes.

“I’m sorry Ms. Margaret. I cannot bear looking at what you are and what you have right now.”

“Don’t need to be sympathetic or something. It’s not your fault you know. By the way, mind introducing yourself?”

“I am Frank McGregor, I handle the affairs of the Principal in St. Thomas Aquinas Academy, I was instructed to give this to you.”

He handed me an iPad. Wow. I can’t believe I can really touch something as expensive as this. I can live for may be a year with the money I can sell with this.

“What’s this for? Is it mine? Can I sell it?”

“Yes it’s yours, though you cannot absolutely sell it. It contains data about the school you will soon be attending.”

“Oh. Ok. That’s too bad. I can even use the money to start a small business. Wait! What?! Can you repeat what you just said? The last part!”

“It contains the data about the school you will soon be attending?”

Maybe I’m just hearing things wrong, heck, I haven’t even eaten since last night and its past twelve noon.

“What? School? I didn’t even enroll to any! I don’t have money! You can see that right?”

“Miss Margaret, money is not an issue, someone sponsored you, your grades are not even a problem, the only thing we’re waiting for is your approval.”

This guy must be crazy. My life is not some kind of drama to have twists like that and if it was, the first thing I need to have is a long lost Grandfather!

“Whatever. I won’t believe you if I don’t have some kind of proof.”

“We already informed the school you graduated from. We can go there now and confirm with the Principal.”

“Hmm… Is this some kind of a prank or are you going to give me to smugglers to sell my innards or something?!”

I questioned him while I try to look calm and collected even though my knees are starting to shake.

“You can even bring a guardian or someone from your school? We informed your Principal about this, so you can ask her Miss Margaret.” “Ugh! Fine, give me your phone, I’ll call the Principal.”

I don’t even know what to think anymore. This oldie gives me the creeps but if he’s saying the truth… I wonder… should I go?

“Hello? This is Margaret Henry. Can I speak with the Principal?”

“Oh. Sure. Wait a while Dear I’ll get her.”

“Principal Whitemore speaking, how can I help you Miss Henry?”

“Uhm, do you know of anything about a school that I was enrolled in?”

I’m sure I sounded nervous when I said that. I’m secretly hoping it’s true.

“Oh! Yes Dear. Did Frank tell you? You were enrolled there even before you came to my school.”

“What? Wait Ma’am. How can that be? And who enrolled me? And why am I knowing about this just now?”