GhostBoy

Never Alone

The bell rang and I was the first one out the door.

Well except for Walker, who was already out in the hallway by the time the bell actually rang.

Miles didn't speak to us for the whole rest of the period but I could still feel his gaze on us throughout the lesson, sensing the smirk on his face and the mysterious aura around him.

I didnt want to be close to him. He was too mysterious, to unknown for my liking.

Even though Taylor actually wants me to be in pain, I know what to expect from her so she doesn't scare me. Miles on the other hand was a tightly locked chest. I can't read him at all. I don't know what he's going to do.

That scares me.

It even scares me more that he can see Walker.

I walked out into the hallway as more students began to stream in.

It was time for lunch so it was no surprise to feel everyone's crowded bodies pressing into mine.

Walker, instead of walking beside me like he usually did, floated up above everyone else because of how crowded it was.

I wouldn't want people inside my body either so I understood why.

He always remained close to me though, always a few inches above me.

It made me feel slightly more comftorble, knowing that I had someone that wasn't going to judge me was always close by.

I almost paused at that thought.

A week ago I would've thought friends were a waste of time. That they would just leave in a matter of time.

I smiled softly to myself.

I'm changing huh? For better or for worse?

The crowd of teenagers led straight to the lunchroom and I made my way to follow them inside.

Our schools cafeteria was quite big compared to most high schools so we have lunch all together for each grade level.

There's dozens of circular tables located across the room with six students sitting at each. The drone of chattering was blending together so you could only hear those that were close by you.

Normally people choose to sit by their friends during lunch since they don't really have much of a chance to anywhere else.

Me on the other hand, I choose to help one of my favorite people in this school.

Her name's Margaret.

Margaret is one of the ten lunch ladies that work for the school and out of all of them students have declared her the most horrible one.

To everyone else she's seen like Miles, hating everyone and everything. She's easy to tick off and if you do you get the minimum amount of food the school is allowed to give.

But to me on the other hand, I think she's quite misunderstood.

For one, in her old age she's had five divorces. That has had an effect on her mood and temper.

I've gotten to know her in the past two years I've been at this school. I choose to help her do the dishes since I have no one to hang out with and she returns the favor by telling me the stories of when she was my age.

Walker seems to like her stories too. He doubted that an old lady would be much fun to talk to but he quickly let go of that idea when he started listening to her.

I walked up to the line and waited my turn as the students went up before me.

I let a small hint of a smile leave my lips as i saw her familiar figure.