As I walk down the halls I am invisible. I am like a ghost, only seen by the people like me. A new kid, someone like me, is here. His face distracts me for just a moment and suddenly I feel the ground slip from under my feet and I hear the sound of my head smashing against the floor before I can feel the pain. But the pain does come, like an unsuspected earthquake, its rocks me until all I can do is embrace it. I get a better look at the boy, unnatural black hair and gorgeous blue eyes, as his hand reaches out to me.