I get accustomed to the silence that swims around the room within seconds. Just being in empty, human-less space makes all the stress from what I just endured disappear into thin nothingness. Feeling it depart from my body is one of the best feeling a person like me will ever know. With it gone, I feel like a new, more confident person in the minutes that follow. The many speeches I give myself also help. Each one is different, but the common point in all of them is the saying; You can do it. 

When I've memorized all of my little words of encouragement to the point of no return, my mind drops me back into reality. Here, I'm forced to think about my very unlikely situation: I've been in a class for five minutes, and no one has shown up. Not even the teacher.

Oh oh.

You got that right, Stupid.

Shut the word up.

Ser-

You know what? This is pointless. I'm fighting with a voice in my mind when I got better things to be stressing about right now. Number one being: where is the teacher??

What I'm guessing is the person in question arrives right then. He's a tall guy at an estimate of 5'11 to 6'1 and looks to be in his mid-fifties. Shaggy grey and black hair crown his upside-down teardrop-like head, some of it even makes it onto his face in the form of a mustache and a short beard. Being seated in the middle of the second row, and him in the far right-hand corner of the room, I can't make out his eye color. All I see are what look to be permanent eye bugs underlining both his eyes.

I study him as he sorts through his things, completely oblivious to the fact that I'm in the room too. Once this becomes boring, I start doodling into one of my notebooks. A few minutes forward in time, kids start spilling into the room, slowly but gradually. I never once look up from my sketch as their noise fills up the four walls caging us all in. I just let them be themselves, while I try to be blend in as much as possible.

"Take a seat, class." Mr. teacher guy finally says, seating on the edge of his kidney table.

Everyone scatters to the nearest seat possible. Because of the layout of the chairs-rows of two chairs-and because I chose to be stupid and seat in the middle of the room, I get stuck with a table partner. Out of the corner of my eye, I spy the lucky guy who got to seat by himself.

Trade me places. Please.

"Those of you who don't me, I'm Mr. Garst. Welcome to what might be your last year of history."

As if this was previously planned, everyone but me cheers.

Really?

Even with it being mostly about death and war, I love history, and if I get lucky enough to have a shot at attending college, I will more than likely take it.

"Alright." Mr. Garst lightly chuckles, the sound very deep. Perhaps coming from the back of his throat. "Your love for this upcoming class is deeply appreciated, so why not get to work right away?"

Cue room full of groans.

"Yea, Yea. Such hard work, filling out easy paperwork." He dismisses the class's responses to his rhetorical statement and instead instructions us to take a writing utensil.

"Use the remainder of class to complete the get to know you sheet located under your desk. It's due tomorrow sometime before class ends, and worth ten points." That said, Mr. Garst walks back to his chair behind the kidney table, leaving the class to themselves.

Hooray.

My table partner ditches me seconds afterward stop spilling out of Garst's chapped lips. I shrug my shoulders in the 'oh well' kinda way, and get to work. The get to know you paper only has ten questions, so I finish it up pretty quickly. Since it's first period and also the first day of school, I got nothing else to do but stare at the ceiling.

That gets boring way to fast and without a good historical fiction book to entertain me, my phone is left to the task.

I pull it out of my jeans and my awaiting eyes zoom in on the little black apple sign bordered by a white background fill up the whole screen. I stare blankly at the device for the next minute until it transforms into my lock screen. Quickly tapping in my well-used password word-060605-I'm welcomed to my home screen. Notifications from the couple games that I play and my language learning apps keep on trying to get my attention, but iMessages wins.

Anaya: I'm back from Michigan, b'tch. I never realized how much I missed WiFi until now.
_Delivered on September 10th at 11:11 pm, read on September 11 at 8:31 am.

I smile when I read the short little message, and realize just how much I've missed my best friend.

Anaya and I met in early February of 2016 when I moved in with the Horns. Contrary to what you probably think, we didn't become best friends at first sight. It actually took two weeks of her pestering me before I finally gave into her friendship. One of the few great choices I've made in this life, for more than one reason. Though the main one, I will always thank her for was helping me learn to live again. Before her, I was just the image of a person Jaxson had killed. I was scared of most everyone I came in contact with and would have panic attacks whenever a man looked at me a second too long. Many foster parents returned me to the system within months because of this. But because of Anaya, the Horns allowed me to live with them for a good six months.

Miss you too, Anaya:). Can't wait to hear about your trip.
_Delivered at 8:32.

Knowing Anaya, she'll text back within the hour, a couple at most. Looking at the clock, I'm faced with the fact that I have thirty minutes before class ends.

What should I do?

Eat!

Draw!

Nothing.

I don't have any food with me, and nothing was never a good idea, so I'm left with the drawing. I'm not the best person at when it comes to art, so luckily for me what I have in mind is easy; the house in the woods. I have a vivid image of what it looks sketched into my mind, but that won't be helpful when it comes to asking people where to find it. I'll need a printer product.

With the loud sounds of the class as my background music, I get to work on my drawing. My hand move in a fast motion, add the concentrated look that I'm positive is carved onto my face, and you get what I assume a mad scientist would look like.

Good thing I'm invisible.

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Hey people! Thanks a ton for reading! Please vote, comment and share if you liked this chapter.

Just to let you know: Friday's update will most likely be pushed forward and into Saturday as I only have 300 words written.

Love you all, Liv~

DF: Oct.10.17
DP:  Oct.11.17
WC: 1,164