Nobodies [ a. irwin ]

one

As soon as I got to my school, I went over to my locker to get everything I'd need at my classes today. The halls were crowded with people but they didn't seem to even see me. It was like I was a ghost. Like I was invisible or like I wasn't even there. I didn't mind it anymore though, I had gotten used to the feeling. I learned not to care.

I got to my locker, took my books and notebooks out of it and then shut it again with a sigh, already heading to my first class of the day- English AP.

I was the typical nobody at school. Literally. Nobody knew who I was and no one really bothered to talk to me either. There used to be a time when I tried everything to make friends or to at least find a group of people whom I could hang out with but I eventually gave up when I realized that no matter how hard I tried, no one ever seemed to want me around. I always felt like an outcast and I guess I just had learned to accept it. And believe it or not but somehow I felt like it was just easier that way. Having to think about your every single move was tiring and so was pretending to be something you're not because of people who honestly couldn't care less about your existance, which was what a lot of people did just to 'have friends' in this school.

The thing is, I was in senior year and after so many years walking around unnoticed, I started to notice more things about more people than the usual person would. I noticed couples acting strange around each other before the rumors of a possible breakup could even start. I could point out the fake friendships more easily than counting to ten. Long story short, I was quite good at reading people but not so good at interacting with them.

I finally got to the classroom and sat down at a desk on the third row, while the few 'cool kids' who actually were smart enough to take this class sat on the back.

The teacher started talking about grammar and God knows what else when a boy came rushing trough the door. His face was red and he didn't look up a single time. Not even while he apologized quietly to the teacher for being late. The teacher just nodded and told him to take a seat, which he did more than quickly. He obviously didn't enjoy having everyone's eyes at him.

Something about that boy disturbed me. More specifically the fact that I had never seen him around before. I guess not knowing him made me feel bad in a way because, I mean, I knew more than anyone else how horrible it was to not to be noticed by anyone and yet I couldn't remember ever seeing that boy before until now.

As much as I tried to focus my attention back on the teacher, my thoughts always went back to the mysterious boy. I glanced a few times his way but he remained with his head down throughout the whole lesson, tapping his pencil on his desk rhythmically, like he was playing a song on his head.

The bell rang, snapping me out of my thoughts and everybody quickly started stuffing everything in their bags to leave. I did the same thing and when I got up and looked around the room, the boy was already gone.

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This is a short chapter but I promise the chapters will get longer and more interesting as the story progresses.