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Hi. My name is [Blank]. My life is not interesting at all. I'm only just a side character. No one pays attention to me or notices me. To people, it's just another person in the background that doesn't, even have a face. I don't mind though... I like it this way. Every day is exactly the same. No surprises. My life was perfect. My world is separate from the others. It's like a big huge door, no key. But sadly, this all changed. Everything changed. My world started to fly with colors. It was too bright. Too much. I can't handle it. I'm going to break. Wanna know who did this to me? We'll find out soon.

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Today is like any other day. I wake up. Have breakfast. Go to school. Have lunch. Come home. Homework. Sleep. That's it. Simple.

It's the next day. I'm in bed. I check the clock. 12:49am. I stare at the ceiling. I sleep more. I wake up. Clock. 1:01am. Stare at the ceiling. Sleep more. Wake up. Clock. 1:23am. Stare. Sleep. Wake up. Clock. 1:38am. Stare. Sleep. Repeat.

Finally, I wake up at 7:36 am. I get up to get dressed. Grab my backpack and head out to the bus stop. I arrive. I look around. I see three other kids. They talk. Talk. Talk. Talk. Noisy.

I don't talk. I don't want to. You know how people say that sometimes people like me get the most attention? Yeah. No.

The bus arrives. I'm the last to get on the bus. I look at people as I walk down the aisle. I sit. The bus runs. Stop. Go. Stop. Go. Then finally stop. I'm at school. I get off the bus.

I just walk. Walk with the crowd. In the corner, people are loud. Louder and louder. I just walk. I hear people. I listen and listen. Just walk and listen. I finally sit down in the commons. I listen more.

I avoid anything to do with...really anything. I don't like drama. Or people. You probably can tell by now.

The bells ring. Time to go to class. If I were in a comic book I would have been at my locker in one scene then show up again in the end.

My time is different than others. They have it quick. This. That. Just in one minute. Luckily, I don't have that. My pace is slow. Slower.

This is the point where you should get bored and give up. But if not. Good for you.

I walk to my first class. The teacher talks. They talk more and more every day.

But today is different. What's different? There's something different. I feel weird. Weird. Weird. Weird. Why do I feel weird? Why do I have emotions? What is this? Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.

Next class. Same thing. Lunch. Same thing. Next class. Same thing. Repeat. Repeat. I'm in my 6th period now. I feel the same. Why? Why? Why? What's different?

Today is a little quicker. Why?

I can't take this. I look around. Student to student. I know everyone. Everyone. Everyone. I stop.

Someone. Someone. I see their pupils. Why? It's staring. Staring. Staring. Staring. It's a guy. I look away... Speechless. Nothing. I'm clueless. Class ends. I hurry. Hurry. Hurry.

I walk with the crowd. The weird goes away. I feel normal.

At first, I didn't realize it. Poke. Poke. I feel something on my body. It's back. Weird. Weird. Ignore. Ignore.

Then. I felt the weight on my body. One shoulder. Body forced to turn around. It's that person again. Stare. Stare. Stare.

I fall to the ground. Legs weak. Head dizzy. I close my eyes. Last thing I know. People surround. My head became blank. A light blinded the corner of my thoughts. No. No. No. Too late.