As you sat in biology class, Mort stared at you with his dark gaze. It was as if the goth was mentally planning to dismember you and put you back together again several times. The famous outcast from your academy had been following you around like a lost puppy lately. Mort was always around, it seemed like a hallucination or paranoia, but you wanted to believe in your own sanity. But no sooner had you looked away than the goth suddenly met your eyes and curled his lips slightly. Is he trying to smile?

You were saved from thinking about it when the bell rang. The next lesson was gym class, and you were a little late, so you walked into the empty locker room. Surprisingly, your classmates were gone, and as soon as you took off your shirt, you heard a quiet creak. The freak Mort stood on the doorstep, staring at you with huge black eyes. He seemed surprised to see you here.

"Oh."