Matthew's world is very Matthew, in other words is a quiet life. He's very nice and easy on the eyes but facts are facts, he's quiet and that quietness has left him to be rather invisible. His best friend by association is Alfred, who is so loud when he talks to the invisible Matthew people have to wonder if he's a skitzo. Yes Matthew was considered the throw away plastic wrap around a totally boss sandwich with like meat and cheese and lettuce and some shit like that. It sounds awful but it was a very content life for Matthew, people didn't notice him and, through watching Alfred, he finds himself being lucky in the sense that he can successfully evade the watchful eyes of the pubescent and vengeful student body. Yes, maybe a quiet life is exactly what Matthew was meant to have. But here's the thing about high school and the world in general, once you get used to something a dramatic change takes everything and fucks it up like that guy on YouTube who always asks you "will it blend?" He came in like a wrecking ball. He was the white haired time bomb and red eyed over lord of Matthew's math class. He was himself and, though his appearance was rather shocking and lead many to avoid him at first, he had this air of confidence that ultimately drew the children to him and Matthew was no different. He was chill, he had what was called "the swag," and he was the new Calculus teacher who appeared out of no where with a younger brother in tow. This man was fresh out of college and Matthew, along with the rest of his class, was the blessed Guinea Pig of his future teaching career. And it was walking into school one morning, exactly one month after Mr. Beilschmidt's first appearance, that Matthew had managed to be knocked over by the teacher of his dreams as well as be covered by the afternoon's pop quiz.