We had just sat down to dinner, and I had a forkful of chicken halfway to my mouth when I heard screaming. I quickly looked over to Jake, and he nodded to confirm what I was thinking. One of the hollows we hadn't killed was going after someone. Jake, Bronwyn, Millard, and I all stood up, running to the door. Millard shoved open the door, and we saw a girl, about 17, tangled up in the hollows tentacles, as we guessed. She shouted profanities at it, then, suddenly,the grass around her shriveled and died, along with the hollowghast. We stared at her, shocked.

"Well, are you just going to stand there all night like the Great Wall of China, or are you going to help me up?" She asked.

Millard was the first to recover, and he walked over to her and helped her up.

"I'm Millard, and I'm invisible. That's Emma, the one with blonde hair. She can control fire. The boy next to her is Jacob, he can see the hollowghast. The girl with no shoes is Bronwyn, she's really strong." He explaoned to her.

"Hello. Nice to meet you all,"she replied, "My name is Lesley Royellis, i'm 16, and I can kill or bring a person back to life with one word. I can also see what can not be seen, so I can see you."

My head flashed to Millard, and then to the girl. Holy Shit. Nobody can see Millard! I shook myself uot of my thoughts, and motioned for her to follow me. "Come meet our friends." I said to her, hearing her stomach growl. We headed inside to see everyone else crowded around the door.

"Hi!" Olive shouted running up to the girl. "I'm Olive and I'm lighter than air!"

"Hi," Lesley chuckled, "I'm Lesley."

Olive and Claire dragged her into the dining room so she could eat, and we all followed.

Lesley POV

After eating I pulled out my sketchbook and flipped to a new page. I sketched out the basic proportions of a basic 16 year old male.

"Hey, what are you drawing?" I heard the small girl, Olive, ask.

"Millard." I replied, not really paying attention while sketching his band t-shirt.

"How can you sketch Millard? He's invisible." Olive asked.

"Not to me. I can see him as clearly as my own hand." I replied again, sketching his faded jeans.

I heard Olive skip off, probably to tell Claire about this new thing she found out about me.

"Finished." I sighed.

"With what?" I heard Millard ask.

"With sketching you." I told him.

"Can I see?" he asked, "I have went so long without seeing myself that I have no idea of what I look like."

I handed him the sketchbook, and after a few seconds of silence I heard him ask something.

Millard POV

Lesley handed me the sketchbook and I looked at her drawing of apparent me. I had overly long dark brown hair that fell over one bright green eye, a faint smile on my face, my Hey Monday band t-shirt on, lightly faded jeans, and black, muddy converse. Damn I was hot. Then I realized how I felt about Lesley, the only girl who could see me.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" I asked her.