Confused and broken

Alarms ringing startling me awake, i scurry out of bed quickly turning the dreaded sound off. it is the start of a new school year and I am already wishing it to be over. year after year I am ignored and forgotten by the people around me, to be completely honest, it is the way I prefer it as there once was a time I was paid attention to and that couldn't be a more painful memory. I began to get ready for the day, brushing my long ebony black hair and letting it fall down to my hips, pulling on my plain black sweater and jeans that matched my chunky studded boots, lastly I applied a heavy amount of eye-liner that always made mother mad. I was never really one to fit into social norms, I found colour and fun repulsive and often questioned why so many people followed the one trend as if it was impossible for them to express themselves. 'Maisy you must hurry before you are late' mother yelled from the kitchen, I looked at the time and realised she was right and quickly exited my room rushing to the kitchen to grab my bag 'love you mother' I yelled running out the door not waiting for a response as I took my usual route to school. we lived close by which made things easier though walking in these boots was always a mission. it did not take me long to get to school, all to quickly I had my books and was sitting in my first class room for the day as the bell rang. soon after the teacher walked in announcing a new student would be joining our class, he began the usual speech teaches give out when introducing a new class member and I could hear the classroom door open as I assume the new student walked in. I wasn't really paying attention as I drew in my notebook, nobody ever paid attention to me so I didn't see point in paying the new student any attention. 'everybody I would like you all to make Sebastian feel welcome as he settles in' teacher advised. I found myself feeling as though I was being watched as if I was the one standing in front of the class for the first time, curiously I looked up from my drawing and my breath caught in my throat, the new kid was looking directly at me so intensely as if he was searching for something in me. for a moment I locked onto his bright blue eyes not being able to look away or even think clearly, I noticed he began to smirk snapping myself out of the trance I had to force myself to look back at my drawing. what was that about? why was he smirking at me? if he is paying attention to me it could mean things are going to gi back to how they where before I was invisible, back when I would be pushed around and laughed at.... but it was just a look right? it couldn't mean anything. class resumed as usual, the new kid sat a few rows in front of me so I didn't have to worry about being stared at again, when the bell rang to signal the end of class I was the first one out of there. I done my best to avoid everyone that day hoping I did not attract to much attention rushing around the school to each class, by the end of the day I was able to relax at my locked for a moment as I felt I had won! successfully avoiding everyone for the day. 'your a tricky one to get a hold of' a deaper voice said next to me. my breath caught in the back of my throat for the second time that day as I peaked around my locker door, it was the new kid 'have you been avoiding me?' he asked. 'no' I squeeked not use to conversing at school 'I'm s.. s.. sorry if I o.. offended you' I practically whispered as I struggled to catch my breath. panic was rising in my chest at the thought of what he had planned for me, was he going to hurt me? humiliate me? torcher me? he began to chuckle a little making his black hair dance a little around his face 'offend me? of course not!' he exclaimed 'why on earth would you think that?' my hands where shaking at this point, what was his game? I was still panicked when a small tear slipped from my eyes. frowning at me he reached for my face and I jolted away slamming my locker shut and running as far away from him as I could. when I got home I ran straight for my room ignoring my mother's question on the way. what did he want from me? I knew he wanted to hurt me but why this soon? most of the kids at school had forgotten about me already so what did I do for the new kid to hate me already? and most importantly how do I fix it? I spent all afternoon crying and panicking trying to figure out what to do when there was a knock at my bedroom door. 'im studying ' I yelled obviously lying so my mother couldn't see me in such a state 'darling are you coming out for dinner?' she asked 'no thank you' I yelled again and I could hear her walk away. it was normal for me to not eat dinner so I guess she didn't see this as any different. I went back to my panicking for a few hours when sleep finally took over ending the day for me. the next morning I woke up before my alarm, I figured if I got to school early I could be in the classroom before everyone else and I would not need to worry about him seeing me at my locker at least for the morning, every other class I would have to be late to which wasn't ideal but I would be able to avoid him at my locked. lunch I could easily sit in the library like I always did, nobody every sat in the library for lunch so I knew I would be alone. mother did not question my eagerness to get to school this morning as I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, I grinned a little at my plan as I allowed myself to enjoy my morning walk to school, it was much quieter then other mornings given how early I was and I did wonder why I never thought of this sooner. when I got to school I grabbed my things from my locker and headed for my classroom. as I walked in I stopped dead in my tracks noticing the new kid was already sitting in his seat reading a book 'well good morning' he said. I was trying to think of ways to escape, a reason that I could leave the room as quickly as I had entered it but alas I had all my books in my hand and was more then prepared for class to begin, I awkwardly made my way to my seat sitting my books down in front of me 'you ran off quickly yesterday I never got the chance to ask what was wrong' Sebastian poked, clearing my throat I answered 'oh nothing I just had allergies' was the first thing I could think to say 'I see' he did not sound convinced not that it really mattered to me. 'so tell me' he continued as I noticed he had not once looked up from his book since the moment I walked in yhe room. 'what is a nightwalker doing strolling around during the daylight?'