Invisible Student

1: Due Homework

january 20th, 20XX
Brent was doing math homework. Usually, math was the one subject he could pass with flying colors. However, the topic at hand, trigonometry, was quite challenging for him. He did this to maximize lunch time, yet it was way too hard for him to actually complete all by himself, and I dont think vern and nick are especially better at it. It was worse when this same homework was supposed to be submitted today, when math class starts, which is after lunch...

So with no better option, he decided to go the bathroom and pray that maybe, just maybe, the teacher will forget about the homework entirely.

Into the boys toilet he go, he was quite disgusted to remember how awful the boys bathroom is. I mean, physically, it looks, quite pleasing for a school bathroom, but it is filled to the brim with the most awful stench found in human kind. He tries to ignore it but eventually the malodorous smell overpowered his nose and he had to leave shortly. He tried going to other empty classes but all of the so called "empty classes" are occupied and the only one that was empty was well, the math class! he had no other choice but to go to the one place thats quite forbidden, the rooftop.

From the 1st floor to the 9th, he rushed for that sweet sweet rooftop air like it was fresh water. breathing with his disgusting sweat pouring down from all forms of his physical body, he wanted to just obliterate himself at that moment. however, he cannot give himself to give up since he was just, so close! as he reaches for the door-handle of the rooftop that changed his faced in mere milliseconds

It's locked.

He tried everything to open the lock, from fake replicas to screws, nothing, nothing worked out for him

He felt hopeless. The rooftop was always the one place, besides the window, that gave him peace in school. he would play and laugh to his friends about all sorts of stuffs they wanna talk about. Now, its all gone, gone like the twin towers in the new york city america that eventually created nine eleven. So to savor his last moments before purgatory, he sat besides the door leading to the rooftop, utterly demoralized after the feeling that changed into dread. the feeling however, eventually turned again into drowsiness.

Ladt night, he didnt have enough sleep until 4 am, definitely not from homework or studying, so it was expected for him to fall asleep at some point during school.

He woke up to the intimate sounds of high brassy notes. He didnt know how long he slept for, or whats the next subject, he doesn't even know if school already finished! All he can even think of are the heavily melancholic sounds coming beside the door that he was sleeping on.

There was a rumor at school that at unconventional times, someone, or perhaps, something, played a sorrowful melody at the schools rooftop. The thing that makes it so mysterious is that, no one knows the source of this tune. So up until now, it was always just some stupid story tale creepypasta thing on the school itself to scare off the elementary kids, it adds up to the obscurity from the fact that rarely anyone hears this song at all, so it's like winning at a lottery at this rate. They have multiple names, but the most popular name that stuck was "The Lyrebird."

Brent realizes this early enough that he could still even hear it at all. So being the curious little thing he was, he took one tiny peek at the door window.

All he could see was 1 person. A person who was a tall, lanky individual with soft and fluffy brunette hair. hm, i wonder where he saw that one before?

This time, they were wearing a modified version of the school uniform. By modified, it's more like the person just wore more accessories like a bowtie on their neck.

Brent wanted to know this person slightly better, and understand how it felt being the "legend" that they say in those stories. He tried opening the heavenly gates and somehow, it's functional again and before you know it, he and the other person made eye contact.

Their eyes were as bright as ever, but in a different and subtle way. The last time Brent saw the eyes of that person, even though it was a bright yellow, it was harsh, stiff, cold even. Yet on this empty stage-like place, He was expressive, calm and felt so warm with stars glittering. The atmosphere and impression of this person felt completely divergent to one another.

The silence was getting awkward. It was like having an audience, being silent for a little too long starts to eventually kill the air in the atmosphere right? So surely, someone had to start off a single conversation right? Brents own hand was shaking, his body was aching for it to die with his sweat overbearing his body practically waiting for the other person to talk, and yet, they didn't.

Realizing that he had no other choice, he bit the bullet and uttered one singular word.

b: "hello?"

hi.