There are many supernatural things that happen in this town. Yet everyone has a blank eye, paying no attention or mind to it.

As if it doesn't even exist.  I guess that's the sad part of it all, that nobody around here seems to care.

Why doesn't it bother anyone?

The swarm of unidentified bugs, that are rumored to give people strange powers. That doesn't frighten you? Why do adults nowadays try to cover it up?

People go and visit an anonymous doctor that suddenly performs wonders?

"Wow! Thanks, Doc! I'm cured!" (Note my sarcasm, )

Am I the only one who is actually logical enough to speculate why?

Sorry, I'm rabbling, I get lost in my thoughts often.

My name is Aiden by the way.

I'm just so tired of looking out the window from my room, and watching the same people, with the same dull expression.  I don't get how they can just live, knowing something is definitely wrong.

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I took one last glance from my room window and started heading downstairs.

I wore the same jacket, worn-out jeans, and baseball cap to hide my ridiculous bed head.

I turned on the TV that morning. And it was the same news reports of people in town going missing. I sighed and just rolled my eyes.

Why do they even bother making reports, if they don't even make an effort to try and find the missing people?

I made my self a quick PB and J sandwich and headed out the door.

I strolled down my usual route to school that morning.

Not a surprise that the roads are grungy, and the sky is airy. There's absolutely nothing fascinating about living in an outcast town.

There wasn't really much to ever see living here at Jump.

This was the city that some people call,

"The city that the country forgot." or the "garbage city"

Though I would admit, it isn't really a nice sight to look at like Lay bell. Or other nice cities. But its been my home.

I waved to the same old lady sitting on her porch, I said bye to the little kids down the street playing hopscotch.

It was the same thing every morning,

It was the same crooked sidewalk I had walked the 17 years of my life. The only difference that it made was the posters of missing people that had grown over the years.

I shook my head and sighed, and kept walking my route to school.

I went to Jump High, I know it's kind of a generic name for a school.

Couldn't be anymore more creative, am I right?

Unlike most schools here in Ranamus, our school didn't have a strict dress code. So we didn't have fancy uniforms like kids from Koizawa or that cool new school CaEsoe.

But I guess in a way our school was better cause it didn't have strict rules. We're not all that smart like the rich kids, or that very big on clubs. Our school didn't have many funds but then again, I wonder why.

I walked through the school gates that morning and I noticed a group of kids that were doing their constant rap battles. I wasn't ever really that interested in whatever was happening with the other students. Or their dumb trends. But there was this one girl that had always caught my attention.

She always wore this blue retro-looking jacket. And her long vibrant red hair was always eye-catching. I could always spot her out from any crowd.

She was known as Breezy. Cause she was cool, and always shot back with smart remarks.

I guess I saw myself in her somehow.

I walked passed the group of kids to catch a quick glance at her. And headed to my class.

Breezy had most classes with me. But we had never talked before. I was quiet and never wanted to talk with other people. I didn't really have friends because I never felt I needed them.

I sat at my desk in the back of the room. I noticed Breezy sitting by the window.

That morning she was chewing a pack of gum and leaned into her chair.

I occasionally glanced over at her, as she twirled a strand of her red hair.

Something about her was so mysteriously intriguing, it was like I was a moth drawn towards a bright light.

She blew her bubble gum and

POP.

Just like that, I was out of my trance. The teacher looked up from his desk and called her out.

I don't know what I was thinking, or even aiming to prove but,

I believe it or not,

the kid who kept a low profile since 3rd grade stood up for her.

In the middle of class, with my fists clenched and shaking,

stood up for a girl I practically never talked to for chewing gum in class.

Stupid right? I didn't even know what the heck I was doing when it occurred.

But it happened and the next thing I knew I was in detention with her.

And I finally talked to her,

Well, more as she thanked me. And I just sheepishly nodded back.

That was the first day we met, that moment forward I'll continue to regret everything that happened.

I wish I could've of somehow undone everything.