I'm that person. You know, the one who sits in the back, all emo and silent with a hood up. The one wearing black, usually long black hair, can't see their eyes or face. My day starts with my fire alarm clock blaring in my ears. I yawn silently and dress.

After trotting down the stairs quietly as possible, I eat cold breakfast and walk out the door, dressed in my usual black. I stand at my bus stop, waiting for the bus to come. The bus arrives at my stop, but speeds right past it, forgetting that I exist as usual.

Oh well. I'll just have to walk to school then.

After arriving at school half an hour late, I walk into Chemistry and the teacher doesn't see.

"I'll have to have that door fixed. It just keeps opening and closing randomly."

The teacher has rendered me invisible. Again. As much as the teachers ignore me, the students make up for it. Tenfold.

"Hey, Freak! Go some other place to mope!" or "Freak! Why won't you say anything?"

Yeesh. They could at least know my name. Sioplia. Derived from siopilos. Greek for silent.

The day goes on. The usual ignoring and insults. Not like I care, but it would be much better if I had vocal chords so I could talk. Lunch is hell. I sit in a corner, nibbling at a cold sandwich, while the table and the one in front is completely empty. Not like they'll randomly morph into me. And for protection from my 'freakishness', they throw everything at me. May it be tomato soup or bread crust that no one wants, it all flies towards me. After lunch, the day continues its torture.

~~Timeskip brought to you by one hell of a day for my OC~~

Today, I have a new teacher. My 3rd period class, the one right before lunch. She retired, so today I'm not looking forward to meeting another person who's going to treat me as air. At least she didn't.

Arriving at the door, I pushed it open and plopped all of my stuff on my desk. Hood still up, I looked at the teacher through my bangs.

Hmm. A man, black hair, about six feet tall, red eyes, weird evil aura. Huh. Not like it matters. He'll probably ignore me.

He smiled at me and greeted me.

I've been known to be wrong though.
I pulled my hood lower.

The five minute bell rang and all of the people rushed in to the classroom.

"Hello, I'm your new teacher, Mr. Michaelis. Since I am new, I would like to know all of your names."

Going left to right, front to back, he learned their names. Pointing to the annoying blond boy in the center, he said, "Name?"

With a superior air, Blondie replied, "Alois Trancy."

At the end, he pointed at me.

"Name?"

I didn't reply. How could I? I'm slightly missing vocal chords.

I pulled my hood lower again, hot tears slowly sliding down embarrassed red cheeks.

He walked over, a kind (ish) smile on his face.

I began to write on a pad of paper. Each sheet was about the size of a post-it.

In spidery neat cursive, I wrote 'Sioplia. I'm mute.'

"Sioplia?"

A redhead girl sitting next to that 'Alois' sneered.

"She passed notes!"

I nodded, ignoring Redhead. He headed back to his desk and gave me a small whiteboard.

"You can write your answers on this and participate in class."

Again, I nodded.

Turning to Redhead, he smiled creepily (ish, again).

"I hope you'll be enjoying your detention, Emily."

We all pulled out our sketchbooks and pencils. The last thing I had been sketching was a representation of our personality. I was a broken bird inside a birdcage. I continued, my graphite softly creating a mangled wing and a neck twisted at a strange angle. The bars of the cage were spotted with rust and stray pieces of brass leaf. The skeleton of a leaf lay inside, the dead bird's only company. The shrill bell interrupted the dripping window that the birdcage faced.

Lunch = Living Hell. I'm repeating myself, aren't I. Today, I plunked my bag down on the lunch table's bench. I pulled my sandwich out and began to eat.

"Would you get that bloody backpack off the seat?!"

Wow. Poor kid's going get his head lopped off by the kids of this school.

I pulled the backpack onto my lap. He placed his lunch onto the table and began to eat. I finished my cold ham sandwich and looked at him curiously, my head tilted to the side.

Hmm. Dark blue hair, blue eyes, blue clothes, black eyepatch over right eye. Looks like an outcast. New kid though, so why isn't he sitting with Blondie and crew?

My question was answered by the aforementioned blonde's voice blaring behind me.

"Hey emo kid!"

I turn toward him, glaring.

"Stop glaring at me! Oh, hey Ciel."

I kept on glaring and hit him with my backpack. Taking a book out would have been too much work.

'Ciel' glared at Alois. Bluehead doesn't like Blondie either.

I pulled my paper pad out and wrote, 'Hey, why are you sitting here? Why not with the others? I'm Sioplia, BTW.'

He turned his death glare on me. All of the little kittens I hid in my head died.

"Can't you talk?!"

I shook my head, keeping my calm façade, then I slung my backpack over my shoulder and made my way toward the trashcans at the other side of the cafeteria.

Shouldn't be too hard. The most should be bread and maybe a few fries. After all today is fast food day for some reason.

Ciel, with no idea about what to do after he finished lunch, followed my lead. He didn't get any food splattered on him, but he accidentally stepped on a banana peel that was meant for me.

Is he okay?

I didn't know what to do. Should I go help him up? Should I leave?

My legs churned by themselves and I found myself reaching down to help him up.

"…Uh, thank you."

I just smiled in reply.

Suddenly, I became aware of jeering and laughter all around us. Emily was the most prominent, saying, "Hey Freak! Don't turn the new kid into a freak!"

I pulled my hood down and ran away. Through the halls, past classrooms, away from everyone else. I flung open a door to the outside and sat on a damp rock, crying freely as my tears could be attributed to the rain.

"Hey, why're you crying?"

I turned around to see Blondie asking me a question.

My notebook read: It's not tears. It's the rain.

"Really?"

Really.

"You seem like a nice girl…"

I would have replied, but I was surprised by a pair of lips meeting mine. He didn't taste like what I expected. Instead, he tasted like, uh, lipstick? Like the lipstick of those other stuck-up girls of this school.

I pulled away, blushing.

'What was that for?' appeared in messier handwriting.

"What do you mean?"

I walked away, my blush still apparent on my cheeks.

~~Timeskip brought to you by a flustered OC~~

Today, I was avoiding everyone. Especially Blondie. What am I supposed to do? How do you reply to a boy who randomly kissed you?

1st period: Chemistry. We're supposed to work with partners, but again, I'm most definitely air. I worked by myself. Normal for me, but depressing. Very depressing.

2nd period: English. Write an essay about a life-changing experience. Life-changing experience for me: Being ignored by almost all of my teachers.

3rd period: Art. I continue the dripping window and create bare trees with angry storm clouds in the sky. The walls of the house are damp and molding, while the remaining simple striped wallpaper curls from the walls.

Lunch. I sit in the same seat, and Ciel sits next to me again. This time, Blondie is also sitting next to me, so I move away. I sit across from where I usually sit, and Blondie moves to sit next to me. I scoot away, but then he scoots closer to me. I sigh and turn away.

4th period: Spanish. We're learning how to piece sentences together. Mr. Aguila ignored me as usual, and a paper airplane hit me on the head. Ouch. Blondie just grinned at me. Does he seriously have a death wish?! Not like I could do much though. I unfolded it.

'Hey, U want to go on a date w/ me?' it read.

I turned to see him tracing a question mark in the air.

Blushing, I nodded.

Briiiing! Briiiing! Stupid bell.

We walked down the hall, as we had classrooms next to each other.

"Hey, how does Tina's Teahouse sound? At around noon on Saturday?"

I nodded.

We arrived at our classes. He walked into Mr. Jones' room for LA and I walked into Mr. Leviten's class for Pre-calculus. We were taking a test today. Papers were passed out, but I did not receive a test. I walked up to his desk and took a test sheet. He didn't notice at all.

6th period: Physical Education. We were playing badminton, but I wasn't paired with anyone. Again. I, the forgotten one. How tragic. I tapped Emily on the shoulder.

"Go away, freak."

Okay then. Probably still grumpy about detention. And the fact that I am the weirdo of this school.

Alois waved at me and yelled, "Hey Sioplia! You can join our game!"

Then, there was utter silence.

Unsure, I walked over slowly.

Emily's voice rang out through the silence.

"Why would you even talk to Freak?"

Alois smiled creepily. Sort of.

"Would you help us all by shutting that mouth of yours?"

Stunned, Emily gave no snappy retort.

The rest of class passed as normally as possible, seeing as I was actually playing a game and my classmates didn't bother me that much.

On the walk home, the group of people that usually taunted me and (sometimes) threw random things like fish bones and banana peels had vanished. Strange.

I walked into my room, plopped my bag on the floor and fell onto my bed.

*Exhale* It's Friday, isn't it. That means tomorrow is Satur-! Damn! Means that date is tomorrow. Great. I'm looking forward to it, just… I'm nervous. I have no idea what I should do. What I should wear. What I should-. Whoa there, Sioplia. Getting ahead of yourself here.

I live alone. Mom works from 6:30 am to 9:00 pm, so I don't see her much. Dad is flying up in the sky and flowing down streams. He was cremated after he died in a car crash. Now Mom works overtime to help support the house. So, she doesn't really know what's happening with me at school or anything. Chemistry homework was to complete the exercises we started at school and also to take notes on the next three sections. We also have to do the mini quiz at the end of each section. By the time I finished, it was 5:30 pm. Nineteen and a half hours until my doom