Invisible

Chapter 3

AUTHORS NOTE READ SO THE STORY MAKES MORE SENSE
Okay so I just noticed that when I updated my story the other day wattpad deleted some of it so basically what was suppose to happen was Cam leaves because he has a class on the opposite side of the school while Gilisnky and Miranda have the next class together. Miranda also sees that random blonde kid again but then he disappears like the last time. I will now pick up the story from there.
THE STORY
Jack and I finally arrive at art class. I'm really excited about taking this course because I love to draw. It's a skill I got from my dad.

Mrs. Ward the art teacher comes in. She introduces me to the class but thank Jesus she didn't make me say anything. She then tells us that today we will be drawing a self-portrait. She says we can make it interpretive if we want meaning we can draw how we see our selves as on the inside not just our physical features. Just from that assignment I know I'm going to love this class! My favorite thing about art is that you can draw things through your own eyes.

I grab a piece of paper and a pencil and dive right into my picture. I sketch and shade and erase. Letting my self leak out onto the paper. I see Jack look over at my paper a couple times; he looks rather impressed.

Just before the bells rings I finish my picture. Mrs. Ward collects it. "Miranda you have a gift." She tells me. I just blush and tell her thank you.

"Miranda why didn't you tell me you were an artist!" Jack exclaims.

"You never asked."

"Well after school you, Cam, and I need to hang out so we can learn about any other of your hidden talents."

"Sounds awesome! Now can you tell me where my history class is?"

"Yes it's actually that room right across the hall."

"Thanks Jack!" I tell him. "You and Cam have been so nice to me I don't know what I would've done without you."

"You probably would've wondered aimlessly around the halls for years until slowly dying from to much confusion."

I laugh and nod in agreement before I head over to my history class.

I hate the class from the moment the teacher introduces me. I knew my luck of making friends would wear off sooner or later. I basically was forced to speak and then do the walk of shame to the back of the classroom. No one even tried to talk to me! And yes, I am aware that I could try talking to people first, but it generally never works out for me when I do so...yeah

As I sit in the back of the classroom doodling in my notebook listening to the teacher drown on and on about how the Declaration of Independence is still relevant today I see that blonde kid again standing outside the classroom.

"Who the hell is he." I mutter to myself

"What did you say?" The kid in front of me asks.

"Oh uh w-w-would you be able t-t-to tell me who that blonde kid is." I say gesturing to the door.

He looks at me like I'm crazy, and then tells me he doesn't see anyone.

I look over and I see home still standing there. What the hell is going on! Am I going crazy! I make eye contact with the mystery boy. He looks at me for a long time with the same weirded out expression as before. I look away for a millisecond, and he vanishs for like the tenth time today. What the fuck is going on!

The rest of the class I sit there thinking about the mystery boy. I was so deep in thought I didn't hear the bell ring. The kid I talked to early had to shake me to bring me back to reality. I thanked him and then headed for the cafeteria.