Invisible, is how I stayed when I went to school that day. I tried my best to be nonexistent as possible. I didn't care about the shell anymore, now it was like my protection from harm, from people, from Kalila. I felt hostile around her when she was close to me. She never paid me attention, but I was afraid there might be chance she bumps into me and then it will get awkward. I'm kind of mad at her. When we are in lunch, I try my best not to make eye contact. Carlos passes by with a smug look on his face that makes me want to punch him. I wished he'd just transfer or something. Kalila sits a few seats away from me. She is talking to a group of girls and laughing. I can't stand it. Why can't she be upset too? Its not fair. I pushed my tray up only eating half of a sandwich and a few fries. She should at least have some kind of guilt. I don't expect her to its just -how can she be so happy and cheerful? I guess she really was part of that kind of crowd.
People were looking at me in the hallway whenever I went to go to my locker. I heard things like: That really weird guy asked Kalila out or the stalker guy came up to the popular Kalila and asked her out, I heard he got rejected. I could feel myself wanting to shrink inside my shell very fast. I hated it when people talked about me. No one ever talked to me directly about it though, so that was at least one good thing out of it all. I also didn't get beat up. Who am I to care if I got beat up by Carlos anyways? He doesn't know what love is.
The rest of my day was spent with some people coming up and asking me did I really ask Kalila out. I never responded and walked away leaving them to say things like whatever man your weird anyway. I would say out loud that words never hurt me, but when I was called things like stalker, and creeper, it made me feel like I really was. I mean me and Kalila hardly ever held a conversation alone, and whenever I tried to talk to her I was either too scared or interrupted. I probably would be nervous too if a guy I hardly knew went up to me and asked me out. In her eyes I freaked her out now. She doesn't want to know I'm here now. I'm just an invisible person.
She doesn't have to make the effort to notice me. I'm fine the way I am right now. The bicycle squeaks a bit when I turn it. My mind feels fuzzy. I'm so glad to be coming home. I'll try real hard not to show up with a sad face so mom and dad don't bother me about whats wrong and all that. I get to the hill and prepare myself to start walking up it. I didn't really look forward to it. I wish somebody would get rid of the hill somehow. It was tiring just to walk up the thing. I make it though and so I'm halfway home. I glance at the neighbors yard and think what a nice garden they have. The scent of the different varieties mix together and produce this overall sweet odor. I wanted to get some flowers on the day I asked Kalila, but it was good thing I didn't. I keep walking and notice a figure in the distance. Its broad daylight and the figure is just standing in the middle of the road. I walk along the sidewalk to get a good look. It looks like a man with a long black coat. It appeared to have tears around it and he wore tore up gloves. I can't see his face, his eyes are well hidden with the hood over him and he is facing me. He kind of gives me the creeps, but I'm worried he is going to do something stupid so I yell. "Hey you! You need to get out of the road before you get hurt!!" He doesn't do anything. "Hello?!' I wonder if he has got a hearing problem. I sigh with frustration and walk up to him. He is taller than me. "Mr. you can't be in the middle of the road, you'll get hit by a car if you stay here any longer." I explained. "Malachi." he says. My eyes get wide. How did he know my name? "Malachi beware the shadows, they are watching." I frowned. "What? Listen I'm trying to get you out of the road ok? You can't stay here." I warned. "Watch the shadows, They are watching, and they have their attention on you, be careful." With that he walked away. I figured he was just some crazy guy that was homeless and had nothing better to do. I went on home paying no mind to what he said to me. I thought it is was creepy how he knew my name, but he must roam around this place alot so he might know me like that, but I never have seen him in my entire life. I shake my head. Its my imagination. I continue my way home.
