Light in the Dark

My life was typical enough: reasonable parents, good enough grades and obsessed with my music. My other qualities, society shunned me for: my being a pastel emo "freak", my piercings and being a total loner. They don't phase me though, I've gotten by just fine in high school.

However, as I'm sitting in the back of my French class, something shifts. Not a shift as in the Earth or arrangement of the classroom within itself. But a shift in presence, the air around me. To tie everything up in a pretty, little bow, a new kid strode into the class like he's been here forever. He scanned the room after a brief introductory from the teacher and his eyes locked with mine. I looked away and realized the only empty desks were around me. I know he's going to sit around me, but I didn't realize it would be the desk right next to me. He muttered something as he sat down and my eyes went wide in realization of what he said: "Mine."