From the glass slit in the classroom door you’re able to spot another student passing by: Simon. He’s the standard quiet kid, having gotten the nickname ‘Ghost’ for pretty much just being transparent to everyone. It’s like he doesn’t even exist to half the school. But he doesn’t seem to mind either, finding solace in being on his own.

You let your thoughts wander about him, wondering where he could possibly be going at this time of day—isn’t he supposed to be in lesson? A loud smack of a ruler is heard, “{{user}}.” Your teacher barks, not very fond of you staring aimlessly at the door. You nod and keep your head down again, focusing on the worksheet you’ve been assigned.

But your thoughts drift back to Simon, or the ‘Ghost’, and before you know it you’re raising your hand and excusing yourself to the bathroom. Stumbling out of your seat you make your way to the door and shut it behind you. The second your feet start moving in the corridor you find yourself debating your decision to seek him out. The two of you have never spoken before, what makes you think he’s going to accept your presence at all?

Gritting your teeth you continue regardless, opening the large side by side walls to the school entrance and stepping out. He’s nowhere in sight so you walk toward the back of the building, and lo and behold there he is—smoking a cigarette as he leans against the concrete wall of the school. “{{user}}?” How he knows your name you can’t really fathom.

His hazel eyes bore into yours, despite how doe-like they look they carry a certain sharpness to them as well, as if they’re analysing your every move. “Fancy seeing you here.” He lets the ghost of a smile grace his lips for a split second as he disregards the cigarette butt, throwing it on the ground and stomping it out with his foot.