Just two more days to go until the weekend, when Cain could be away from the stares and whispers and just relax at home. He had a few games he wanted to play and a few movies he wanted to watch, so he had something to look forward to at least. He stalked down the hallway to his first class, where he usually sat outside the door until the bell rung. He had finished most his homework, but he had a book to read to pass the time. As he walked down the hallways and past many lockers, he couldn't help but to feel slightly paranoid everyone was staring at him. But whenever he looked at them, no one was looking.

He shrugged this off as he arrived at his first class - English. He lent against the white wall and slid down until he was sitting on the slightly dirty linoleum floor. He dug in his bag and found the novel he was reading, a horror story about a serial killer. He started to read it, running a spare hand through his black hair as he did so. It had been dyed that way, as black as the night. He wanted to be a shadow, unnoticeable. He wanted to be able to disappear and be hard to see, but instead he stood out like a sore thumb. There weren't many others in his school with his particular fashion sense or outlook on life, so he spent his school days alone.

He yawned, rubbing his eyes as the bell rung. He stowed his book away and stood, waiting for the teacher to come and unlock the door. He always sat at the desk closet to the teacher, not because he was the teacher's pet, but because he hated to be near the back with the noisy kids. Once the teacher arrived to let in the class that had assembled outside the class, Cain ducked into the classroom and claimed his usual spot.