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"I'm glad you convinced me to skip class." I said as I smelled the fresh air from the rooftop. I saw the world in a different light from normal people, and I knew that I had. I've read descriptions of what other people see when they see a grassy field and a clear sky, and yet I seemed to see so many other colors. There was no simple grass green, or clear blue sky, but a yellow and green field littered with flowers that seemed to shine and glow, a sky that filtered the golden yellow from the sun, reflecting it onto the pavement below. It was odd, seeing everything like it was golden, and I knew it wasn't normal. I had told my therapists about it once, they looked at me like I was insane.
"When am I ever wrong?" Cogstenn stated as he looked at me. I gave him a small smile before looking back out at the sky, birds were flying. Not just the normal pigeons and crows, but purple ones with bat wings, white ones that had one too many eyes, blue ones with red wing tips that seemed to drip quick silver from their feathers. The first two classes of the day were torture. The teachers seemed to know what was considered wrong with me, and treated me like I was a kid. The students weren't that much better, so I agreed to take a break.
"True." I laughed a little, smiling at the fields below.
"Hello?" I froze at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. I hadn't even noticed that there was someone else on the roof. I looked over to see a boy leaning against the wall, his white button down shirt unbuttoned along with the vest he wore over it, his pants slightly rolled up.
"Ryan, don't talk to him." Cogstenn was trying to stop me. Trying to warn me.
"Um...Hi?" I spoke almost silently, wondering if he had heard me talking. Everyone always thought I was talking to myself.
"Who are you talking to?" He had his arm over his eyes, his hair tousled by the wind.
"Don't tell him Ryan." Cogstenn muttered.
"Why not tell him?" I asked as I looked over at Cogstenn. He laughed a little, walking backwards towards the edge of the roof. The boy removed his arm from his face, looking directly at me.
"Because he's a traitor. Just look at him. You may not see it yet, but you will." Cogstenn kept going back, standing on the ledge.
"Where are you going?" I tilted my head and could see the boy looking at me with extreme curiosity.
The boy spoke again. "Who are you talking to?" Cogstenn walked off the bridge and I sighed, turning my full attention back to the boy.
"I wasn't talking to anyone." I muttered as I walked over to him.
"What's your name kid?" The boy asked as I sat down. I could tell by the tone in his voice that he thought something was wrong with me. Not that it was unusual. I sat down next to him.
"They call me Ryan. It's not my name, well, not my real name, but it's what they call me." I paused, looking over at the boy. He had big brown eyes, and a pretty face. "What's your name?"
"Brendon! Who's your friend?" The boy who I'm assuming to be named Brendon smiled as he looked at another boy. Light brown hair, baby blue eyes, his uniform messed up close to the same way that the other boys uniform had been messed up.
"He goes by Ryan. This is Spencer, and I'm Brendon." I nodded, looking between the two. Spencer sat right across from Brendon, kissing his cheek.
Spencer muttered an 'I missed you' before Brendon spoke. "Where's Jon?"
"Still in class I think." Spencer replied with a shrug.
"I don't think these people are right for you." Tonna said as she sat behind Spencer. I looked at her and she smiled, floating over to the door of the roof. "You should go to class kid, you know how much trouble you'll get in with your father." I shook my head.
"Ryan, what are you looking at?" I looked over at Brendon and stood. I really didn't belong with people. I was crazy in their eyes, and that's all I ever would be. I saw Spencer kissing at Brendon's neck as I grabbed my bag, walking towards Tonna who continued to smile. The door opened, another boy standing behind it.
"Oh, uh sorry." He moved over slightly, allowing me to pass. I froze, staring into his amazing brown eyes. They looked like endless voids. His medium brown hair was long and somewhat shaggy, framing his slightly stubble covered face. Tonna pushed me, breaking me out of my trance.
"Right, sorry." I muttered as I walked through the door. I could hear him talking behind me.
"Who was that?" The door closed and it was silent. I looked at Tonna, sitting on the first step as I tried to process what had happened.
Tonna was silent for a moment before she spoke. "You like him, don't you?" I shook my head, sighing as I stood and walked down the steps to go back to class.

Alaan was talking to me during one of the last classes of the day. He was mimicking the teacher, trying to make me laugh. I wasn't necessarily in the mood. I hated this new school. All of the new people that seemed to hate me, the teachers that thought I was crazy. The school just seemed to be a giant concrete box, and even with spending the whole day there I had only found three windows, two of which were in a stairwell. And the florescent lights were giving me a headache. I pulled a bottle of pills out of my bag, taking two while the teacher wasn't looking before slipping the bottle back into the pocket I had pulled it out of.
"You know, you really shouldn't go popping pills in the middle of class." Cogstenn said as he sat on my desk, staring at me.
"Please stop bothering me. I have to at least try to get a good grade." I whispered. The kid next to me looked over, obviously noticing the fact that I was talking to myself. I noticed that it was the kid from the roof, the one named Spencer.
"Are you talking to yourself?" He whispered, his brows furrowed as he looked at me. I slumped in my chair, shaking my head.
"I didn't say anything." I muttered, tapping my pencil against the little open space on my desk.
"Ryan, you should get back at him for calling you crazy." Alaan said as he went behind Spencer, staring at the other boy. I wrote on the piece of paper that was on my desk, having Cogstenn speak for me.
"He says that he doesn't want to." Cogstenn muttered. I tried to ignore them. I was terrified that if I failed any of my classes that my dad would be pissed. He was already spending a lot of money on medication for me.
"Why?" Alaan said with a pout.
"Because it's not logical to try and make someone feel sorry for calling him crazy when they didn't do it directly." Cogstenn said as he crossed his fish like arms. Alaan didn't look happy, so he left. I looked at the other boy, who seemed to still be staring at me.
"What?" I asked after a moment of awkward silence. He looked at me for one more moment before shaking his head.
"Nothing." He looked back at the teacher, who had been droning on and on like it was nothing. And I couldn't help but wish I was normal. That all of the pills they shoved down my throat would actually do something. Or that I at least had a sibling that would help me through it. But I had nothing.
The day ended, and the halls were practically empty. I was one of the few people still in the school, pulling books out of my locker as I tried to remind myself to not talk to Tonna, who was blabbering on about how I hadn't made a single friend. Like I didn't know how anti-social I was. I could hear people walking behind me, two boys it seemed. I guessed that this was an all boys school, since the only girls I had seen all day were the teachers.
"Hey skitzo." One of them slammed their hand into the locker next to me. I closed my eyes, knowing what was to come. I used to get beat up all the time when I was in the mental hospital. Which isn't exactly something that normally happens in a place that are supposed to house kids that are considered crazy. I guess I just had the case of the crazies worse than the others.
"What are you still doing at school, crazy?" The other said as he leaned on the other locker. I didn't say a word, knowing better than to do anything. One of them grabbed onto the back of my shirt, forcing me to face them. They definitely looked like jocks. I felt like I was being cornered by people that were not only three years older than myself, but also on steroids.
"You gonna answer?" The first jock asked as he stared me down.
"No, I don't think questions like that should be justified with an answer." I closed my mouth, my eyes widening as I realized that I had said it out loud instead of in my head. Both of their faces quickly went to a reddish color, their eyes narrowing. One of them punched me, the impact making me fall back towards the still open locker. My head started pounding, my vision blurring. Okay, that really hurt.
"You know, I'm sure that if you didn't have daddy issues you wouldn't feel like beating the crap out of me." I muttered as I looked to the floor. I knew it wasn't just me that was talking. The other one punched me in the stomach, making me double over as the pain shot through my body. I heard them mutter some forms of insults, though it was hard to hear what they were saying when the pain I was feeling screamed at me. There was a hand on my shoulder and the next thing I knew I was being shoved into the open locker behind me. The door closed, and I could hear them laughing as they walked away.
I stood still for a moment, the only light flooding in from the few small slits in the metal door. I curled up on myself, not having enough space to do anything else. The realization that this would be the next few years of my life hit me and I started crying. My mind kept on screaming about the fact that I wasn't even close to being normal, or that I ever would be. Minute after minute passed and I found myself beginning to get claustrophobic in the small space, knowing that I could hardly move. The thought that I was one of the last people in the school ran through my mind and I started screaming, banging against the small metal door while I cried. I knew I was just panicking, but so would most people if they were in my situation.
Hiders started crawling on the walls of the small locker, making me scream louder as I broke down even more. It felt almost like they were digging into my skin, crawling inside of me, burning as they tried to kill me slowly. I wasn't even close to being a rational person at that point, I was just trying to get out. There was the sound of peoples voices from the other side of the door, and I couldn't help but make as much noise as I could as I tried to get all of the hiders off of me. I was terrified, and I couldn't do a damned thing about it.
The door opened and I fell out onto the floor, curling in a ball as I cried. My heart was pounding and I couldn't for the life of me calm down. Not that it was unreasonable, I had just spent at least a half hour in an enclosed space with my worst fear with the thought that I was never going to get out screaming at me over and over again in my mind. I felt a hand on my shoulder and quickly jerked away from it.
"I'm not going to hurt you." The voice was soft and quite. I looked up to see all three of the boys from the roof, two of them were standing, the third one keeled down beside me.
"Th-the hiders, p-please don't let them hurt me." I knew I looked like a frightened animal and was stuttering like a kid that woke up from a nightmare, but I honestly just wanted to be assured that I was safe.
One of his friends muttered, "Hiders? What the hell is a hider?" But the other boy hugged me, rubbing my back as he talked.
"Nothing's going to hurt you." I latched onto him, thanking the fact that I wasn't going to be left in the locker to rot.
"You're that kid from the roof, aren't you?" I looked over to see the boy who called himself Brendon and gave a short nod. "Ryan, right?"
"Yeah." That itself was a shaky word, something that sounded like it took a lot of energy to say. Not like it was something easy for me to say. I was having a hard time thinking straight.
"That's Jon, the one you're latched onto." Brendon said as he keeled by us. I let go of Jon, realizing just how crazy I was acting. It wasn't unusual for me, but I was sure that it was for them.
"I'm sorry." I muttered as I gathered my things, standing as I tried to leave.
Spencer spoke. "You don't have to run away from us." I stared at them for a moment, each one expecting me to say something.
"Ryan," The sound of Cogstenn's voice echoed and I flinched. "It's time to go home Ryan." I nodded.
"Don't do anything you'll regret later Ryan. You know it's time to go back." Tonna's voice seemed almost teasing.
I turned around, speaking as I tried to walk out of the school. "Thatwasalie,you shouldn't spend time with people like me." The door of the school closed and I bolted down the street, running from things that only I could see.

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