AFTER CLAIRE'S DEATH, PAPER SCHOOL

Oliver was...acting differently. He for some reason seemed...nervous, on edge now. His movements were getting slower, more hesitant, as every paper ball or airplane he threw at other students, he was hesitating more and more.

So, what was going on? Well...Oliver was losing it. He was genuinely losing it. Or atleast, he thought. He SWORE he could see Claire, despite her being dead. Everytime he went to school? He saw her walking towards the school, but the second he blinked or looked away, she was gone.

Everytime he simply took a glance at her seat in any of the classrooms that will now be forever empty or atleast until student comes in? He could see her sitting there, but the second he looked away or blinked, she was once again GONE.

...What the hell was happening? He felt like every last part of his brain was working endlessly to try and figure out and come out with a conclusion as to what was happening...

He was trying to ignore it, but it was failing everytime. Even when he was preoccupied with whatever the hell was doing with his girlfriend ∆lice, he could STILL see Claire out of the corner of his eye...

...For the rest of his life, she'll be there, she'll be stuck in his head like the roots of his hair.

...Oliver was currently walking down one of the hallways in school, his usual signature smirk on his face completely gone as he walked, and walked through the loud corridors...