ohmygod hi guys im soooo sorryyyy that ive been dead for like four months but im back and ive rewritten dont come looking for me… Ugh. Just… Im tired. Its the first draft i did of this way way wayyyyy back so sorry. And is gonna be short. Dont worry its just the intro. Blargh. Nvm im gonna edit this.
Dont forget about the disclaimer!
I do not own the characters in this fanfiction i only own the plot.
(Len POV)
I was living with my family. I went to school. I had a normal sixteen-year old life, but I wished that I'd be invisible. I hated attention, I hated being around people that talked about me behind my back, even more so if they were people that I thought were my friends. One day, I made a wish.
"I wish that I would be invisible to everybody who doesn't care about me," I wished, and voila, my wish came true. You know how I knew? My family didn't notice me at all, neither did the school. Nobody noticed me. I was really invisible. I guess nobody cared.
Time flew by. I mean, life is kind of boring without people to talk to. Before I knew it, one year had passed.
"One year and still no one noticed. Heh, well, I still don't regret this." Muttering to myself, I walked the streets to my favourite place— the train station. It was clichéd, but at least it wasn't the park. Anyway, I walked over to the deserted bench and sat. Nobody else was there. It was silent. That was what I liked about the place, no arguing, no chattering, nobody to bother you, just silence. Getting bored, I started to study the bench I was on, staring at it and feeling the grooves of the aged wood under my fingertips. A train passed by. It didn't stop, they never stop. The station was out of use for years. No one came here. The train passed.
I almost gasped in surprise from what I saw at the other side. A person was on the bench opposite. It seemed like he just popped up out of nowhere. I stared at him for a long long time. It was kind of hard not to. His hair was blue, and so were his eyes. He had a long scarf that matched his hair, and he was wearing a long sleeved white jacket with khaki pants. But his beauty wasn't why I was staring. He wasn't looking through me, he was looking at me. He cared. Why though?
Hoooo that took a while. Btw i wrote this draft last year on foolscap paper sooooo yeah. Like i said at the start, i didnt edit this in any way so yeah. Baii. And thanks for reading this crappy fic. Oh yeah, i cant believe that i havent mentioned this before, but the reason my fics are usually so short is cause the word limits in school are like, 500 words. So yeah. Btw this is one page in print format… If you wanted to know.
