I walked down the hall, not hearing a thing and on occasion I look at the people around me, to my left there are a group of cheerleaders on their phones like zombies and by them are the mutants --- I call the football players that because that's what they are to me, large and mean---. On my right are the geeks and the goths. The geeks are playing with trading cards like always, I think one of them call the game "dragons and swords", I heard one of the geeks call it that in my history class this morning. The goths are listening to heavy metal and being them--- I guess---. I try not to look the the two people that caught my attention this morning, so I don't seem so weird.

I look away and soon I was standing in front of my locker on the far end of the right side of the hall way about to open it then smack. Someone threw a paper at the back of my head. I took out my headphones and turned around. It fell to the floor and I looked at it blankly. I started to get warm with anger. I could feel my face getting red.

I looked up and scanned for a group of people to be laughing at me but it wasn't a group this time, "it" was smiling at me, the football loving mutant was close to the boys restroom, just staring at me with that stupid grin on his face. I ignored him then I looked down at the paper, bent down and picked it up. It was a crumpled up mess but I could see words on it. I looked back at the mutant and he nodded his head up and down, as if trying to tell me to open the paper up. I ignored him and turned to my locker then put my lock code in and opened my locker.

The inside of my locker door was covered in pictures of different band members and also of some anime characters I liked. I was a huge fan of a band called La Dispute and my favorite anime was Tokyo Ghoul, different pictures of Uta were plastered all over the metal wall of my locker as if I worshiped him. My locker, just like my head was a mess. My books were just tossed in there. Notes were crumpled with in the books for my classes.

I forgot what class I had next so I put the mutants note into my locker and I reached into my back pocket of my jeans and pulled it out.

It read

"History, first hour."

"Reading, second hour."

"Math, third hour,'

lunch

"Science, fourth hour."

"Health, fifth hour."

"Painting and drawing, sixth and seventh hour."

Reading next, great.

I put my schedule back in my back pocket and then I grabbed my reading textbook and looked at the mutants crumbled up letter and I grabbed it and slammed my locker shut and turned away. The mutant was watching me still and I rolled my eyes at him and his half smile faded away and I began walking to my math class.

Feet from my class there was a tap on my shoulder and it was him.

"Uh. Please read it. Okay?" He said and the bell rang and he started running down the hall.

I walked into my class and the teacher stared at me.

"You're late."

I stayed silent.

"It's the first week so I'll give you a pass, this time. Don't be late again. Take your seat."

I looked around and it felt like everyone was watching me, there was a seat in the front and the back that were open, and like always I chose the back. I always chose the back when ever I was able to. One thing I knew about sitting in the back was that I'd be invisible. Non existent. Alone. A ghost. I didn't mind, as long as I didn't get chosen to speak. My anxiety would cripple me.

The class seemed to take hours to end but the realty of it, it only took an hour to pass. The teacher ended his lecture and the bell rang. The zombies stood up from their desks and started their way out of the class and while I was making my way out of the class with the hord the teacher stopped me.

"A word of advice." He said then continued, "Mr. Manson. Remember it."

I stayed silent.

"Remember my name, because I'll be here for you when ever you need me alright. I may seem like a mean person at first, that's just because I want people to pay attention and listen." he claimed and looked at his ring on his hand "but I'll help you with anything you need. If people start giving you trouble, talk to me." He looked back at me and gave me a comforting smile.

"It's that noticeable isn't it, that I'm an outcast?" I asked and gripped my satchel and looked away.

"I can tell just by the way you act. You stayed silent when I said that you shouldn't be late again." He took a breath and continued. "Then you sat at the back of the class when you obviously could've chosen the front." He smiled. "Don't worry, I won't be too hard on you. Alright? That sound okay?"

"Yes." I said. "But, may I go to my next class before the bell rings"

"I'll give you a pass." Mr. Manson said and got out a teachers white pass slip and started writing me one. The white passes were to let the other teachers know that the reason I was late was because I got held back in class for a few minutes to talk to the teacher or to finish work.

"I was like you in high school. That's why I'm so observant and notice those who don't fit in." He said and handed me the pass. I didn't say anything and I left the room.

Mr. Manson didn't look too old, he looked like he was in his middle twenties. He has blue eyes and red hair. His facial hair was recently shaved off but you could see it growing back. He wore a suit. Black on black. Red bow tie and black pants. He seemed proper.

I was glad that I was late for class because I didn't have to put my headphones in and ignore everyone in the halls. On the way to class there were only a few people in the hall way. I got to the math hall way and made it to my math class room then I opened the door.