School. It was a close escape. Without the grades. Without the people. If you were only invisible. Life at home was another story, a different chapter, a whole different point of view. You could say you were the "quiet kid", nominated that role for years. Held that position. Or maybe they didn't even notice you. Well, that was until you got bullied. Frequently. You had learned to tune them out though. Today was no different. Left alone, everyday was practically the same. Wake up, school, go to sleep. Having that on repeat. Weekends felt like they had no purpose.

"Class, I'm going to use the restroom. I'll be back in a few minutes." The teacher set down her bag and papers. Your teacher told the class, walking out of the classroom, down the halls.

You were in first period, English. You weren't great at it, not the worst at it. Sat in your usual seat. The only kid that wasn't talking when the teacher stepped out of the classroom. Y'know, there was a party coming up. You weren't planning to go, really. The boys in your class were goofing around, as always. Girls were gossiping, giggling. Some taking about the upcoming school party.