The school bell rung as it spazzed out of control, a rumble vibrated in the hallway. The whistles of jocks, heels of social bees, and fists of rebels could be heard.  It was as if everyone was heard,  everyone was acknowledged, everyone except Blake, you see Blake is what you would call a nobody, a ghost, he was invisible.
    Blake walked down the hall as elbows pierced him, but it didn't phase him, he knew they were not intended for him, he knew that the suspects of the assult didn't notice that a nerdy, four-eyed weakling had just come in contact with them, they just continued with their respected day.
     Now you may be thinking "What about the teachers, they notice him right? " well not exactly.  You see Blake sat in the same seat in every classroom in the far left end in the back of the classroom where a pair of walls connected. His desk you'd think was dull and worn when in reality it was the same as the others but then again who would've known. As he made his way to his next class the scent of lavender and vanilla blanketed his sense of smell. "Sor..... " he heard a voice call out but he ran not being able to listen to the word finishing.