Beyond Reach

If he was told the rumour of the invisible student days ago, the old him would have ignored it completely if it wasn't for their accidental encounter.

It all started normally until the middle of his day. 

He had skipped English and Art to play hooky. He now sat with the guys at the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was the one place he felt everyone could take a break from their reputations.

In his group of friends, it was a mixture of everybody. The skateboarders like Sky and Grey were talking about the next competition.

There were guys like Will who liked to study than to attend gym and then there were the more artistic guys such as Riley or Griffen.

There were jocks, goth, musicians, mechanic, they were a mixture.

Then there were guys like himself who had no idea what group he belonged in.

"Which group do I fit in?" He thought aloud. He leaned back on the chair his gaze glued to the ceiling. His longish black bangs brushing his slightly tanned forehead and gray eyes.

"The type to be good at whatever he does without even trying." Will said without looking up from his textbook.

Grey grinned "Don't worry you may be good at everything but you're no jerk ass."

"You're a mix of everything." Sky added in punching Devon's arm. "But a good mix of everything."

"That doesn't really help. Thanks though." He said smiling slightly.

"No prob, but I think a better way to describe you would be..."

"The glue that keeps us together." Riley finished off Griffen's sentence.

Devon didn't really believe their words and he had more pressing matters when he noticed his English teacher standing right behind his chair with a pissed off smile saying 'Busted'

"Devon meet me at my office." She was ready to whack him with that rolled up map in her hands.

"Ooohhh Devon you're in trouble." Grey jokingly said laughing at the situation. To think one of the smartest guys at school was getting called on by the English teacher of all people.

She had left but now Devon would be making a visit to her office. He sighed getting up from his chair he brushed off the crumbs off his black skinny jeans. He stood at his true a height of one hundred eighty eight centimeters and was now walking away from his friends.

"I'll see you guys later." He muttered before leaving.

The rest was all a blur of faces and chastising from the teacher.

"I'm disappointed at you Devon. Normally you submit wonderful work, but you didn't hand in the recent project for me or your art teacher."

"I don't have the inspiration to create anything you want." He said in monotone. "It won't change a thing in this gray world."

"You would be surprised Devon. When you least expect it your whole focal point can change without your consent. Sometimes in positive ways and sometimes it's tragic."

"But that is what humans call life." He murmured to the wind.

"You make it sound as if you aren't human."

He turned his back to her and smiled sadly. "But I am, that is the irony. I do what I can. Don't expect anything amazing."

He left the classroom with a bigger headache than he thought. He sighed wondering what he could come up with as an inspirational story to others? What was truly home?