Ryder POV

 "T-bone, let him go."

    "Yeah, T-bone," I mock. "Lemme go." David "Davey" Jones, one of the running backs for our school team, The Jettson High Myths, tells his friend and teammate that I'm not worth their time. Thomas "T-bone" Pincher is the quarterback and one of the biggest guys in school. Did I fail to mention that we are sophomores? I stand with my back shoved against the lockers that will probably need to be repaired because lord knows how many times I have constantly walked past others being smashed into these lockers, and no one has bothered to fix what most likely was a dent and has now become a crater. But before I continue, some stuff happened before this.

     School starts at 8. I get up every day at 6, do 200 pull-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 push-ups, shower, drag myself downstairs in enough time to eat breakfast, hug Mom tightly, give Dad a quick greeting, and then leave at 7. That only leaves an hour. My house is secluded, way back in the woods. I have to walk to the bus that comes at 7:10, then walk 5 minutes to school. If I'm on time, I have 10 minutes to myself. If not, like today, I'm barely on time. And that is while I'm running down the hallway like a racer on NASCAR. It's a good thing I learned how to skateboard, or else I would be late most of the time. I usually skate to and from the bus stop on a good day. But the roads are too slick from the downpour that we've had for 3 days straight. I just made it before the bell rang. 

    Dang, you would think because I just transferred schools, they would give me some leeway, but no. I am not new to high school. I'm just new to this school. The reason I left my old school is classified. I've been going to Jettson for about a month and have floated around aimlessly without being noticed at my old schools, so I expected it to be the same here. The teachers don't say anything to me, I don't have any friends, I don't belong to a club, and I don't care. My grades are... nah, that's boring. All you really need to know is I'm a ghost, and I do what I want... except for today, apparently.  I had hoped that just maybe, I would be invisible for the rest of high school. Just maybe.