It would not be hard to describe someone like Mick. He was just a common, simple and plain boy with nice but not the nicest facial features; tall but not that much and pretty but not outstanding. Some people would say he had the brightest smile they had ever seen (to him it would sound like nonsense) while others would ask who they were talking about, since Mick was just a shy wallflower.

Being invisible did not bother him at all; he could say it was even pleasing. He would not have to worry about fake friends, he had those who truly cared about him - and that were through the same as him. 

Perhaps the one Mick liked the most was Kate, a 15-year-old who dyed her hair pink just "because she could". The boy knew she did it so she could feel a little better about herself after all of the trouble with her parents. She had no one but him, and he was happy to have somebody as caring as her by his side. 

They have had been friends for so long and none of them would change the relationship they had - unknown wallflowers, but at least together - for fake friendship. They knew the bad stuff that happened to popular people at their school and it scared them. 

Sometimes, Kate would come to him crying with fear she would be betrayed by someone she loved. Seeing his best friend so afraid and desperate hurt Mick badly, not only because of her pain, but also because of his own. 

The boy feared Kate would lose faith on him if she knew how scared he was about this kind of thing. He had already broken his heart in his mother town so hard and he could not simply forget his wounds and scars. They would be always there, and he hoped she would not see how pitiful he also was. 

"Mick?" His mother called him, snapping him out of his usual thoughts. "You're daydreaming again, aren't you?"

"I'm sorry, mom." He glanced at the clock and saw how late he was. 

She handed him his backpack and some fruits he could eat at school, plus some money in case of an emergency. She had always helped him with this kind of thing, it would not stop now just because he turned sixteen. 

"My baby is so grown up." She hugged him before he could run through the door as he always did. "Good luck today. Kate's called me while you were showering, she's sick so I guess she won't be going with you. I'm sorry I can't walk with you, I'm late as well."

"It's no big deal, really. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine on my own."

She knew he was lying.

"Take care, mom loves you." 

He hugged her as he did since he was four and walked through the door only to be kissed by the warm light of the sun. He had forgotten the sunscreen at the bathroom again, when would he learn?

The walk did not take much time, as usual. Luckily he had got at school in time to choose where he would sit - it would not be of great use since Kate was not there - and to watch people getting to their own desks. 

He only realized how lame the day was going to be when the Chemistry teacher entered the room and there was no one to hear him complain.