Misfits

Chapter 3: Junior Ghost, Without the Spirit

Have you ever walked into a room knowing you were the elephant amongst the apes? Even better question, have you ever had to feel that way every day walking into every single room knowing for a fact that your feeling was correct?

That feeling is one I understand all to well. It's something that I've adjusted to feeling every time I enter my classes. The first reminder of the feeling weighed on my chest as I entered the classroom, eyes scanning the room as it met with people I've practically grown up with. Once, innocent and kind, welcoming to all, now manipulative and sly beyond compare. Deceitful. I didn't trust a single person in this entire building, and knowing my reputation as well as their's, I wouldn't any time soon. At least not anyone who actually knows the ropes around here.

I sunk into my seat in a slouch, resting my head on the desktop with a huff. Hopefully the classes will fly by and I'll be home and comfortable soon enough. Going unnoticed by the entire school the entire school day wouldn't exactly be to hard, it's avoiding the jackasses who scope out misfits and give them misfortune they've earned simply for standing out. I was all too used to it. A repeating cycle much like clockwork, except for the treatment never came back around. I closed my eyes with a sigh, letting the darkness of my mind slowly take over.

A light tapping on the desk awoke me from my slumber, causing me to jerk my head up. A small pool of drool remained where my head once was, the thin trail still remaining on the side of my cheek. I wiped it off quickly and looked around. To my dismay, I didn't see anyone particularly paying attention to me. Everyone seemed to be paying attention to the teacher, eyes heavily focused on the textbooks in front of them. Had I imagined it? I sighed, shrugging it off and putting my head back down. I closed my eyes, about to drift back off before being awakened once more to tapping, this time on the shoulder. I was sitting in the back of the room, there was no way anyone would be trying to get my attention behind me. Just in case, however, I decided to check. I turned back and to my surprise, someone actually was there. There was a desk behind me, and a person sitting in it. I guess they had to add more desks towards the back due to how many students were in the class.

His hair was like a black wave of ink, flowing over his face almost like a veil to conceal his soft, baby-like face. His skin was for the most part pale but still somehow slightly tanned. His eyes were a soft brown, with very very faint tints of green with a small beautymark beneath his left eye. He was tall, and when I mean tall, I mean noticeably tall. He was at least a foot taller than I am, and I'm 5'5. He was wearing all black clothes, and a hood to cover his head, much like me. He seemed to have a nervous expression on his face, as if he was hoping not to be noticed at all. But by the tap on the shoulder I assume otherwise.

I simply looked at him in confusion, waiting for some sort of word or signal to see why he needed my attention. He tapped his pencil against his desk, taking a moment before speaking in a whisper. "I'm kinda new here.... Do you mind showing me around after class? I'd bother someone else about it, but everyone else seems kinda... Plastic to say the least..." He murmured the last part to himself. I chuckled, nodding. "Y-yeah, sure. After class..." He smiled slightly nodding. "Thanks... After class..." He repeated.

Looks like today, I failed at being invisible .