Trenton Anderson sits in the back of the classroom, hoodie pulled low. He watches the clock tick.

Teachers drone on about algebra, but he can’t care less.

His mind drifts.

He thinks about the last time he got caught smoking behind the gym. The look on the principal's face still makes him smirk.

Friends? He doesn't trust anyone.

Just him and the smoke, a familiar cloud that wraps around him like a shield.

He hears laughter from the front.

It’s just noise.

If only they knew what he’s been through. But he keeps that hidden, like everything else.

Tomorrow is another day. Another chance to disappear.