Everyone has a different view on why things go the way they go. Whether it be a higher power or just a random coincidence, no one can ever seem to fully predict what's going to happen next. For instance, when I woke up this morning the first thought wasn't, 'I'm going to die', but here we are. Life's funny that way. Maybe the universe just likes screwing with people.

At this point, I can't help but wonder if I brought this on myself. I mean, I was never the healthiest of eaters or even the most active. But even so, aren't I a little young for a heart attack. If this even is a heart attack, for all I know my liver could be exploding. All I know is that the pain... Now that I think about it, there isn't really any pain. It's moreover inconvenient. Sure I can't stand up, breathe, and I feel like a guy who took a few to many trips to Burger King is sitting on me, but saying its painful is a bit of a stretch.

As far as I can remember, the whole day had been strange.

'Damn movie scare-athon,' I looked groggily at my class schedule. It was the first day of seventh grade and I could barely keep my eyes open.

"Hey, Superman! What's up?"

I turned to see my friend running toward me. "Hey Emma," the moment my head went down in a nod, I nearly fell to the floor in sleep. Luckily, Emma had been close enough to catch me before that happened.

"Scare-athon?" She questioned.

"Scare-athon," I confirmed, "Why can't the television people make scare-athons start in the morning?"

Emma shrugged, "Scary movies wouldn't be as scary in the morning. Besides, I checked out the movies on the TV schedule and they were the kind you couldn't even bring Norman Bates to see. Weren't some of those movies banned from countries, let alone television?"

"Yep! It almost got canceled and everything! There was a crap load of legal action, but the genre of horror triumphed in the end!" My fists went to my sides in a pose that made me worthy of the Superman nickname I had been given. "Take that you damn annoying legal action!"

"Speaking of annoyances," She looked over to a group of sixth graders who had probably been staring at us for a while, "Looks like you've got some new fans."

I looked over at the sixth graders, then looked back to her, "Nah, they probably just saw you and couldn't believe someone could be that ugly." There was a pressure in my ribs and the world tilted to the side for a moment. I turned back to Emma, who was pulling her elbow away. I raised an eyebrow, "Really? You're going to try and hurt me?" I stifled a laugh. She huffed out a sigh of exasperation. Her hands on her hips like mine were, though for a different reason.

"Shut it, Superman," Emma rolled her eyes. She quickly placed her hands on my back and began to steer me in the direction of the auditorium. "Come on, let's go to orientation before the kiddies decide to ask you for an autograph."

After several mishaps of nearly falling asleep standing up, we finally made it to the auditorium. By now I could barely keep my eyes open. "Let's sit in the back. You can sleep there without being noticed," Emma told me. I nodded and stumbled half blindly toward a corner seat in the back, collapsing in sleep the moment I sat down. Hopefully, by the time the orientation was over, I would be able to go about my day.

I felt good, better than someone who just spent most of the night up should. I tried to wrap my arms around my pillow, but there was nothing to grab. It probably fell off the bed. I sighed and rolled over, my arm jammed into something hard. Confusion swept over me. That wasn't the wall. Memories quickly came back to me; I wasn't in bed, I was at school. So why was I on the floor? Did I slip off the chair? I quickly blinked open my eyes and shock swept over me. If I slid off the chair, my head would be towards the door in the back. But how, I racked my brain, could my head be toward the stage. It wasn't physically possible. A sudden voice startled me out my confusion.

"I found her!" I flipped to my side, craning my head upward. The boy staring at me looked as confused as I was. "What are you doing down there?" A question I couldn't answer; I stared blankly at him before shrugging, or as much of a shrug as I could with my arms pinned between the chair and the floor.

"I'm coming!" I turned to see the person he had been originally speaking to. Oh, it was Emma. "What the hell are you doing down there?"

"I dunno," I replied, shrugging again. "What happened?"

"You were gone by the time I sat down, I just thought you went to the bathroom or something. But this kid," Emma motioned to the boy next to her, "Showed up at the beginning of my second period class, telling me to come with him and that you didn't show up to class. Honestly, you go missing and everyone assumes I know where you are. What do they think I am, your keeper?"

"Wait, wait, wait," I interrupted, pushing myself backwards on my stomach, "What do you mean I was gone?"

Emma frowned, "When I say you were gone, I mean you were gone. I sat down and you weren't there, just gone. Where did you go?"

"I didn't go anywhere!" I protested, "I just fell asleep."

"You obviously went somewhere, it's not like you fell face forward through a twelve inch gap," she commented. "Unless of course, you're intangible too," she remarked sarcastically.

"Are you?" Oh yeah, that boy was still here. From that comment, he was probably a sixth grader, or at least new. Emma and I stared at him in disbelief.

"No! What are you stupid?" I rolled my eyes as I finally managed to push myself out from under the chairs.

"N-no, I just thought that...It was just...I just thought that because you were," the boy stumbled over his words, getting more nervous by the second. Oh God, why is it that people got so weird when they were talking to me? I know I'm different, but sometimes it feels like there just doing it to annoy me.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't hurt yourself," I stood up, "You're in the same class as me right? I guess we can walk together there." The kid nodded enthusiastically. I turned back to Emma and waved, "See ya! I talk to you at lunch!"

"Bye!" She returned the wave and walked off.

"You're kind of tall for a sixth grader."

"Huh?" The boy turned to me, "Oh, I'm not in the sixth grade. I guess I'd be in the eighth."

"You guess?" I raised an eyebrow. He nodded, chewing on his lip.

"I like your hair," he commented, "It's not real, right?"

"If that was supposed to be a compliment, I'm pretty sure you're doing it wrong," I glared at him, "Yeah it's fake, but it's stuck to my head like real hair, so don't try and pull it off or anything."

"I heard you can't grow any hair on your body, that even your eyelashes are fake," he commented. Seriously, what was with this guy? Did he leave his social tact at home? Probably sensing my rising annoyance, he quickly continued, "I'm not saying it to be rude or anything, I just thought it was interesting."

I sighed, "Yeah I suppose." I couldn't help but examine my arm; no hair, felt like leather, and according to doctors, I was more durable than a rock. The odd part? I was almost as light as air, when I walked, I practically glided. Unfortunately, it made walking a lot more difficult, this was where weighted shoes came in handy. All in all, I was a medical anomaly. "I guess it can be useful. You know, if I get attacked or something."

"You have no idea how useful it is," he nodded. That was kind of weird. "Anyway, I wanted to ask you something. Want to go on a date?" And it just got weirder.

"Are you serious? What was that before, your version of flirting?" Then again, I looked him over, he was kind of cute. "I don't even know you're name."

"It's Kory. Meet me at the cafe in the bookstore outside your house at five."

"Uh, yeah sure," I looked away for a moment, "Wait, how did you know where-" When I turned back around, he was gone.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. Here I was, at the bookstore waiting for the date that, as it turns out, probably didn't even go to my school. I felt stupid just sitting here, I wasn't even sure if he was going to show up. Just as I was about to succumb to common sense and leave, someone entered the shop. I looked around to see who it was, what do you know, he showed up. I stood up and began to wave him over when an intense pressure swept over me, pinning me to the floor. Getting back up quickly became impossible. As the panic rose within me, I couldn't help but wonder if the universe likes to screw with people.