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A/N: Just so you know, the italics one are the present time where the pov is and the non italics one is flashback where the actual plot is. READ THIS.

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"Crowded hallways are the loneliest place for outcast and rebels

or anyone who just dares to be different"

It's been a whole month since the unexplained disapearance of our schoolmate, Rachel. A whole month. A whole thirty-one-days of October. A whole of 744 hours of my childhood best friend missing. It's unbearable to think of someone who is close to you is suddenly missing. The first few days she didn't came to school, it was normal. I thought she was having a bad day or catch a cold or something but even the teachers didn't know why she was absent for the next week.

It's weird because she's such a teacher assistant. She never miss a day of school even when her grandmother's birthday was on a Monday, she didn't want to leave school early.

But last week, I found out the real reason she didn't came to school this past month.

I walk across the bare street of Maple St. where I live. Who else live here? The Burtons. aka Rachel Burton. My childhood crime in partner. My other half until high school started.

After three weeks being in confusion and curiousness, I finally had the guts to drag myself out of my cozy bed and towards her house. I notice her front yard isn't as welcoming as it used to be back two years ago. It used to have white fresh painted fences with a garden full of different flowers that I know Mrs. Burton loves to grow.

But now, the fence is in a weird shade of yellow, or maybe brown, the hinges on the fence door rot into an ugly bronze color and her used-to-be colorful garden become lifeless and filled with autumn leaves from her apple tree.

I remember exactly how Rachel love her apples, fresh from her mother's tree and it have to be in this weird shade of red which only happens between the months of April and August. Yeah, we had a lot of apple pies in the summer.

I walk up to their weird cream colored door and knock slowly hoping that someone's home. The last few years, I've noticed not a lot of people come in and out from this house. Of course maybe Mr. Burton when he was leaving for work. But other than that, none that I know of.

A few seconds later the door open revealing a little girl with messy piggy tails and a summer dress on her small figure. "Hello?" she asked peeking from behind the door making me see the inside of the house. It's pretty much the same as it used to be a few years ago. Beige walls and fluffy sofas with old frames hanging up their precious memories.

"Is Rachel home?" I ask crouching down to her height. "Are you her friend?" the girls' eyes lit up as she ask that question.

I awkwardly nodded and she moved out of the way giggling. This girl should be taught how to not talk to strangers and especially not let them inside her home that easily.

"She's upstairs"

From that moment I'm glad she's even alive. Mom made me watch the news recently and the rate of teenage girls commiting suicide has increased these past few years and it scares me of how I think Rachel might be one of them.

I watch as people scattered this lunch hour in this cafeteria. "Hey, Kian!" my close-soccer team friend greet me as I approached our table with our brown lunch bags and what not.

Cole and my other friend, Jay then talk about varities of topics that are trending these days. Such as overrated boybands, the 2018 FIFA world cup even when this years' just passed, our soccer game this friday, and obviously, Rachel Burton.

"Did you know what people were saying about her in Biology class earlier today?" Cole ask me as he knows I used to be close with her and her family. I raised my eyebrow at him mentally telling him to continue as I eat my PB & J. What? Soccer players can't eat PB & Js? There is nothing wrong about PB & J Sandwiches. The thickness and chunkiness of peanut butter really evened out the sweet jelly. It's really one of those opposites attracts kind of stuff.

"They said that Rachel self-harm and she commited suicide. And some even say that she got herself a job in a country liquor shop. I don't know about you, but I'm hoping this isn't true" Kian inform.

I shook my head saying that those remarks are untrue of Rachel. None of those things would ever be in Rachel's way after I knew the real reason why she hasn't been to school.

"Rachel?" I chime as I knock at the white wooden door that has R written in doodles on the door with permanent marker. "Come in!" her usual cheery voice called out in a huffed tone.

I let myself in and in front of me is Rachel Burton sitting in front of her Acer red laptop. "Kian Borruw?" she gasped as she stood up looking at my as if I just grown another head on my shoulder. "Since when do we go double name basis?" I joke as I sit on her blue swivel chair and drag myself towards the side of her bed.

"What'cha you doing?" I ask in the Isabella tone from Phineas and Ferb. She gave me a funny look them sit back down crisscrossing her legs. I can't help but notice how normal she looks without her face stuck in a book all the time. Not literal, of course.

Her oversized All Time Low band shirt really made her look shorter than she already is along with her sweatpants and fuzzy Mr. Cool socks. Her glasses set on the bridge of her nose perfectly and her light brown hair tied up high into some bun.

"Just listening to music and writing" her simple answer is just that. "What're you writing?"I ask curiously as I watch her open her Tumblr and start rebloging pics and stuff.

"Some stuff you don't need to know about" she took a shy glance at me and shrug before turning on a song from her playlist. Invisible by Hunter Hayes.

"I don't know you like country music" I accidentally blurted out. "Not that I have anything against it" I quickly cover my previous sentence that might offend her one second. Girls and music, I swear. And don't ask me how I know Hunter Hayes is a country singer. It involved a very annnoying teacher and Cole.

But instead, she just giggles and roll her eyes. "I don't care about genres. I care about how much the meaning behind the lyrics mean to me. Plus, you don't know me well enough" she stated as she hum to as Hunter Hayes sings off the first line.

I continue listening to this song with her and I didn't even realise how long I've been staring at her until the song was louder as she turn up the bluetooth speakers.

"Never be afraid of doing something different.

Dare to be something more"

She sang quietly at those words as she look at me.

When the song ends, I turn to look at her and raise my eyebrow questioningly. "What does this means means to you?" I asked in a hush tone with a serious face. She smile shyly like she'll always do and said,

"This song has been very meaningful to me because it gives out the message that people think that being different is bad. Being different will just put you out of the society. Being different place me in the corner of the school and it made me feel left out, alone, you know, invisble, because I'm not daring enough to be out there." she abruptly stop and look at me before continuing.

"Even though what I describe is a very emotionally sad song. This song also tells me that when the time comes, I'll look back and I realise I fit in just perfectly with a few people around me"