Authors Note: Hey guys! I know this story has only just begun, but the updates will be coming extremely slow. In general I'm at school for 14 hours a day at my school, leaving me 10 hours to sleep, eat, do homework, be social, and write. Oh joy.

Tyler Simms

This was supposed to be my senior year. I was supposed to be with all of my friends, the ones I've known since I was a little kid. They're all a year older than I am, and graduated last year leaving me–the baby boy–all alone here at Spencer.

Other than those three–who were like my brothers–I had no friends, no siblings. The only reason I was friends with them is because of my parents. Otherwise, I would've been lonely through all of my years. And now I was lonely. Maybe I should've branched outside of the group. Maybe then I'd have something better to do than going to the bookstore all alone after school.

Not that I'm complaining about going to the bookstore. I'm thankful they have one in town, otherwise I'd have no where to read. The library at Spencer was old and stuffy, and hardly contained the things I wanted to read. And the little coffee bar made really good hot chocolate, one of my favorites. It tasted a lot better than the stuff that they serve at the overly crowded and popular Starbuck's next door.

I was in the bookstore reading, something I hardly did there. I usually bought my hot chocolate and picked out a book, and left. I wasn't really accustomed to being alone in public. I usually had my best friend Reid–the daredevil, the ladies man, and now, college student. He would always lead me, tell me what to do, but now I had no guidance.

As I walked away from my obnoxious Hummer, I remembered that this afternoon I had a mission. At Ipswich's tiny, cozy, and quiet bookstore I had disturbed the peace. I had knocked over a defenseless girl and I'm pretty sure I pissed her off quite a bit. She was wearing a nice rugby shirt, until I ruined it. She stormed off so quicky that she forgot her book. My mission: return the book to the cute, pissed off girl at all costs. How I was going to do that, I had no idea. It was worth a try.

But before I did anything of the sort, I had to go back to school and study for the AP Physic's test I had tomorrow. This was definitely the most important thing I had to do. It was an honor to be accepted into this class–only 15 of Ipswich's senior class has been able to do this. You needed to keep a 94.5 average to maintain your spot in this class. So I basically needed to get a 100 on the test we were having tomorrow.

"That's where I know her from!" I yelled to myself as I was driving my black Hummer. That girl from the bookstore was in my Physic's class. I knew she looked familiar, but what was her name? Samantha? Danielle? Probably not. I do think there is a girl named Samantha in that class, but it's not the right girl. I'd figure it out eventually.

My dorm room was quite, as always. I'd requested a single room after Reid had graduated. I didn't feel like trying to make friends with some random kid. I was never good with small talk or getting to know people easily. And I was able to keep things the way I wanted them. I could put up any posters I wanted to, and organize my things the way I liked it.

I placed my keys on the wooden dresser that held most of my clothes. I wasn't into clothes too much. My mother still bought all of it for me. When I was home she'd set out outfits for me every single day. When she calls me every day, she'll tell me what I should wear. I usually just stay in my uniform if I'm going to the library after classes are over. If I was going into town for some reason, I'd put on jeans and a sweater–something my mother might approve of.

How childish does that sound? My mother dresses me. It's ridiculous. I'm going to be 18 in April, and my mother still tells me what I am supposed to wear. I feel like I'm twelve. Reid's mother would be lucky if Reid even wore a tee-shirt that she had bought him, while I gladly put on whatever I am told to.

That's the difference between Reid and I. He's chocolate–bold and different. I'm just vanilla, plain and consistent. When he was around we balanced each other out, it was a great mix. Now I only wish I could break free from my routine–after doing it for 17 years, it has become so boring.

The thick and heavy text book sat on my wide desk, waiting for me. Better now than never, though my mind was completely preoccupied. Focusing on Physic's was not going to happen right now. I'd study tomorrow, while it was quite and I had less on my mind.

Maybe Reid could drive down here for the night and we could do something. It'd be a change from the monotonous Friday night's I've had for the past month. We'd probably crash some party that was going on in the woods. He'd get trashed and I'd drive him back to his house before coming back to the school. He'd wake up and call me, asking where his car was. It was the same every time. But hey, that was slightly better than studying.

"Dude, I am so there." Reid replied before I even had a chance to ask him to come. "Terri Allen already called me, there's a party tonight in the woods. We're so there."

"Alright, but not for too long. I have a huge test to study for." Reid snorted.

"Dude, no school tonight. We're going to finally get you a little action. I bet there are about fifty hot freshman that I don't even know." Reid had a thing for younger girls, but that was just edging on pedifilish. "Anyway, I'll see you in about an hour. Get ready to party, Baby Boy."

So, Reid was on his way and I had one more hour of silence to appreciate. That entire studying thing was not going to happen. Today was a nice day out though, and I could go spend some quality time with nature. Some fresh air could do me some good.

The leaves had only started changing colors and the campus looked better than I had ever seen it. Well, it was nice to see that my parents indispensable income goes to something nice. Small groups of students were gathered in areas– under a tall and shady oak, laying on the bright green grass trying to catch some sun before being completely covered until spring.

These were all people who had someone–a friend, a girlfriend, a sibling. Right now, I lacked all three. I had really only ever had one friend. I lacked the presence of a significant other, while others seemed encircled with so many choices. My parents never had any other children. The closest thing I had to a brother was my 12 year old cousin named Adam who was completely off the walls at all hours. I didn't mind that though–I'd prefer not to have a mini-me running around 24/7.

There was no one sitting on the stands by the track and football field. The teams had already disappeared for the day, always having a short practice on Fridays. It seemed like a nice place to just sit to be alone. I had brought a book with me to read so I could just relax and absorb what was going on around me.

About ten minutes later, my tranquility had disappeared. I could hear someone running on the track, their feet hitting the ground in an undisturbed pattern. I looked up from behind my book and saw who had been running. It was that girl from the bookstore. She seemed so intense in her running that I did not dare to disturb her. I looked at her with curiosity. Usually, girls at this school did not do any form of strenuous activity. The girls teams here were all relaxed and they lost about every game. This almost insured that they didn't break a nail or mess up their hair.

She however seemed like a finely tuned athlete, probably having been trained from an early age. Her calf and thigh muscles were defined, being easily identifiable. Her arms were toned and flexed with each step. From her height I could tell that she wasn't any kind of runner–runners were usually tall, while this girl had to be no more than five feet. Her short legs made strides almost bigger than those of tall statue people but it did not look awkward.

After she ran about a mile around the track she slowed her pace and veered off to the side where a draw string bag and lacrosse stick awaited her. She changed her running shoes for cleats and began to race up and down the field, cradling the ball and occasionally taking shots at the untended goal that I assumed she had brought there.

Each movement was graceful, each dodge and turn seemed to be connected by long movements. She handled the lacrosse stick with such elegance, it was almost surprising see this small girl playing like this. Even when she wasn't playing or moving, she moved with grace. She looked like she was in her element while she was on the field.

When she saw me however, the grace was stopped and she moved slowly with jerking steps off the field. She eyed me carefully and put her normal shoes on and walked away without giving me a second glance. She ducked her head and seemed to shrink into the background.

I felt my cell phone vibrating in my pocket. I knew it was Reid and this meant he was here. I didn't answer it, only pressed the ignore button and picked myself off before I too disappeared into the background. I guess that's what we quite and shy people do–try to keep completely invisible until there is no one around.

I probably shouldn't have taken the invisibility for granted.