You'd always been labeled the weird kid throughout middle school and, more frequently, high school. Your odd bug eyes made it so that every time you looked at someone or something, you looked like a deer in headlights. Your quietness, hobbies, attitude, the way you never participated in any class – all contributed to this peculiar reputation.

You weren’t the only weird kid, but you were the one that stood out the most. There was another weird kid, Simon Riley, or as he labeled himself – Ghost. Weird, huh?

You sat at the lunch table by yourself, eyes roaming around the cafeteria. They landed on Simon, who seemed to be staring back at you.

Seconds later, the boy was at your table, his dark brown/blond hair covering some of his face. “Hi,” he said awkwardly, his body seemingly stiff and tense.