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Mathew slowly raised his hand. He sat in the back of the class. He didn't know why he even bothered to raise his hand. no one ever noticed him. Not even the teacher. Even if he was the only one raising his hand. He was invisible. No one at his school cared about him. Much less at home. He had no friends No one to talk to beside's Kuma, but he couldn't really hold a decent conversation with the bear with out it having to ask the same depressing question over and over again "Who are you?" "who are you?" . It hurt Mathew so much. So much it did. He felt his inside cripple and his chest disappear leaving an emptiness every time the sound of the bitter question entered his ears.

Mathew slowly set his arm back down. He was wearing his red Canadian sweater that was given to him so long ago by his now dead mother. It was very warm that day. Mathew decided to role up his sleeves and expose his cut up wrist. He didn't care. No one ever or will ever notice him, much less his wrist. So it didn't matter, right?It kept him fresh. He didn't want to take off the sweater. He loved it too much.

It was the middle of a lecture when a pale student stood at the classroom door with a grin on his face. The teacher stopped the lecture. All the class attention went towards the boy. The teacher spoke with a small smile "Gilbert Beilschmidt?" The pale boy grinned. "I think you mean thee awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt!~" Half the class chuckled while the other half whispered to their neighbors. Mathew tilted head. What a strange boy...He has a thick accent...German maybe?... Mathew examined the new boy from his seat. 'Gilbert' as said earlier , had pure white hair and deep red eyes. Red eyes...That's a bit scary...but they're really nice...why where they red?... is he - His thought where quickly interrupted as he was snapped back into realty , suddenly realizing the boy was walking towards him.

~~~~Gilbert's Pov~~~~~

An empty seat ? where? Gilbert made his way at the back of the room and stood beside a cute boy in a red sweater with rolled up sleeves. According to the teacher , there was an awesome empty seat right around here, but i cant see any empty seat. How un-awesome.

"Hey! Teacher! There is no empty seat back here!"

"Please call me , Gilbert. And yes there is. Its been empty for a very long ti-" She was quickly interrupted as she turned around and spotted a nervous small blond boy in a red sweater sitting quietly, looking a bit confused.
"Oh.." She quickly responded "Then just pull a chair in the empty desk space...beside him" She quickly turned her back to the class. Probably feeling ashamed to have forgotten the boy in the back.

Gilbert chuckled at how silly and ignorant he thought his new teacher was. he put down his back pack and pulled a chair beside Mathew.

~~~~~~~Mathew's Pov~~~~~~

Mathew was happy. I was noticed! I was noticed by the teacher! for the love of pancakes and maple syrup i was finally noticied for more then a grinned on the inside. At that moment he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned his head to the new boy. Mathew eyes widen. Did he really just...tap me?! Does he notice me?!...

Gilbert chuckled. " Hi ! I am the awesome Gilbert! I thought i should let you talk to the awesome me first, since it looked like my awesome presense is over whelming you."

Mathew starred at Gilbert. Was he really talking to me?.. Isn't he saying awesome a little too much? ...Can he really see me?

Gilbert tilted his head at Mathew . " Hey..Is something wrong?Whats your name? " Gilbert then smirked

Mathew thought for a second and decided to take his chances. "M-Mathew..."

Gilbert chuckled and grinned at the other. "That name is almost as awesome as mine!"

Mathew couldn't believe it. He really was talking to me. He can really see me..He can really see me .He can really see me. He can really see was overwhelmed with happiness no one has ever talked to him like this before. At least not in a very long time. What do do? He can see me! Maybe i'm not forgotten. Maybe he can be my friend Maybe-...He will forget me soon...His thoughts soon turned bitterly negative Yea...He will forget me...just like the rest...soon...soo-

Mathew's thoughts where quickly interrupted as he felt something on his cut up wrist . He snapped back and realized Gilbert was looking and touching at Mathew's wrist.

"Wha-What is this?..." Gilbert looked at Mathew with worried and surprise.