"Class, turn to page 43 and read sections 4 through 7," my history teacher instructed, "Then answer the questions at the end."

While the sounds of twenty-three textbooks being opened fill the room, I make no move to follow their example. I realize in fact that I have barely heard anything that he has said the entire period. I want to complete my work, but not while my mind is on an emotional rollercoaster.

I hate how weird I get when my emotions change. At the most unexpected of times, they can skyrocket if I don't keep them all in check. And sometimes when they do, it makes everything else happening around me almost tune out completely. Busying myself as a distraction doesn't calm them but instead make my emotions become almost overwhelming; to the point where I just feel that I have to escape the pairs of eyes that continue to stare at me. No can make you inferior without your consent, but what about when your mind acts on it's own, without your consent?

Luckily, being an invisible nobody has its advantages and no one really notices it so long as you remain quiet and noncommittal. You draw much less attention to yourself, never doing anything out of the ordinary; the one lesson that made itself perfectly clear on the very first day.

Although, this wasn't the same case three months back. I felt like I could be anything I wanted without any kind of judgment to deter me. At least, not by myself.

The second bell rang for my third block class as I rushed into the D building. Someone roughly bumped me with their elbow, mumbling an absent 'sorry' in my direction as I navigated my way through the enormous sea of people. When I looked in the mirror on the inside of my locker, I caught a glimpse of the remains of this morning's breakfast sticking to the right-hand corner of my mouth. Wiping it away, I tightened my hairband and checked for anything else that was out of place. I didn't know (and still don't know) what compelled me to stay awake at all hours the night before reading when I should have been gathering school supplies for my classes. I guess I was supposed to be excited about going to the new school, but honestly I could not decide whether to be excited or frightened about being in a whole new social environment. I never really bothered in being interested in becoming part of one because I thought it was pointless, since me and my family were the type that moved every three months. My father worked as a scientist, studying the ins and outs of organic energy, chemosynthetic organisms from all over, and whatnot. And what that meant was constant packing up like nomads and moving to a completely random location. I was always up and gone before I could make any real friends, the ones I did make didn't stay in touch with me for very long. Hopefully, I would have better luck here. Or so I thought…

Before I could finish getting my stuff, my locker slammed shut, revealing the glare of a girl that was a little taller than me by a couple inches. The shirt that she was wearing was a brighter pink that I'd ever seen and was certainly not cheap. "What business does a girl like you have snooping through my locker? Didn't your mother ever teach you that rooting through someone else's stuff is an invasion of privacy?"

'Perfect! So much for making a good first impression,' I groaned inside. "I'm –I'm sorry. The front office gave me a slip that said this is my locker."

"Yeah, well the front office told ya wrong."

Another girl with thick glasses peered out from behind the tall one that was talking to me, in a rather exaggerated way. "You'd better watch it," she said, putting a lot of emphasis into her words as though she were condemning me to a life sentence.

"Look!, I don't want any trouble" I said, showing her the paper. "See for yourself."

She took the paper from my hand and squinted as if she was trying to see it clearly. "Oh look it does, doesn't it?" In a matter of seconds, the numbers are crumpled into a ball in her fist and she turns toward me with devious grimace. "As you can see, I really don't care. This locker's been mine since freshmen year and I won't have it handed down to some newbie."

"You better do what she says,"says the girl beside her, "Unless you want things to get really ugly."

"Listen, I'm sorry but you've got the wrong person and I'm about to be late-" As I turn away, a hand swats half of my books onto the floor with a loud of smack. People step over them without even bothering to watch where they are going. The tall girl in hot pink shirt smirked down at me, her arms crossed over her chest in a triumphant gesture.

If we weren't on school campus and it wasn't my first day, I would've punched that pretty little face of hers. "What the crud is your problem?"

"Let that be a little lesson to you when you ever think about challenging me. Consider it a little welcome to school gift, newbie."

I try to get all my books together, when a foot trapped my hand between the floor and the heel of a shoe. I winced, but I didn't cry out; not in front of a group of mean girls. My fingers start to turn red and a pair of tennis shoes stops in front of me. "Whoa! I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there. Need some help?"

I looked up to see a tall boy with jet black hair and dark blue eyes, extending a hand out to me. His hair almost appeared blue in the light, with long streaks falling down in front of his eyes. He wore grey and orange hoodie. After a moment, I finally realized that I'd been staring at him and almost forgot to take his hand. Gratefully, I took it and he helped me up, but immediately turning his gaze away from me and to the tall girl watching us.

"Is there a problem here Lindsey?"

"Sweetie, I've been looking for you everywhere." she said in a very flirtatious way, twirling strands of her hair with her finger, "It's nothing hon. Just giving the new girl a little talk n' to about how things work around here."

"Then if you wouldn't mind, I'll take it from here," He bent down and handed me one my books. "See you later?"

"See you there, babe," she coed blowing him a very exaggerated kiss as she flips her bleach blond hair behind her with her minions trailing behind her like obedient dogs.

"Sorry about that. Lindsay likes to give people a hard time, especially when they're new to the school. How's your hand?"

I think he's really sweet to be concerned for me. "Nothing that I can't walk off. Girl sure knows how to give the newbies the mean girl regulations and rules."

He shrugged and gave a short laugh. "Yep, every school has a queen bee. You're lucky though. You should see her when she's really ticked off. Trust me. You wouldn't want to get anywhere near her."

I laugh. "I don't think I want to be anywhere near her period."

"Yeah. Hey, you're new here right?"

I find it hard to look him in the eye without staring, his deep blue eyes almost captivating. "Um, yeah. Speaking of which, I'm already late to class."

"Which class is your first period? If you're having trouble finding your way, I could walk you there if you want."

Normally, I'd shrug off a guy's offer to take me anywhere at the earliest opportunity. Yet on the other hand, I'd rather accept help than be let my pride get me lost and make me look like an idiot. "Sure."

My class wasn't far my locker. We only walk for a few minutes before we arrive at my first block. Due to past experiences with other guys, I was almost surprised he did try to hold me hand or anything. His smile and his kind face were so inviting, and yet he wasn't flaunting them.

"Thank you. And not just for walking me to my class, but with...you know Lindsey."

He smiles and cants his head to the side. "No problem….um…I'm sorry I never got your name."

I smile and almost laugh at the fact that I didn't tell him my name before after he took Lindsey off my back. I really need to get my thinking straight. "Kida. Kida Kirkwood. What's yours?

He flashes a bright smile at me as he slings his walks down to the next corridor. "Name's Eli Shane. See ya around Kida."