
He'd always felt like a strange presence. That feeling of awkwardness mixed with dread and a sense of foreboding.
Vincent Hanson, the strange kid in the back of the room. The kid deemed "school shooter-worthy". The kid nobody spared a second glance unless it were to tease him.
He wasn't bad looking, but he was extraordinary either. He had blonde hair, with cold grey eyes. Pale skin and dark bags under his eyes. Whenever one passed him, they'd catch a soft scent of cigarette smoke and weed.
I'd never given him a real second glance since he'd made himself nothing more than background noise.
But if he'd stayed as background noise, this story wouldn't be what it is now.All Rights Reserved1 part