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New man at school, does not know a soul.

He hides inside his avacado green hoodie, as he tries to seem invisible.

He goes the day wanting to makea friend, but too nervous.

I all but wanted to be invisible,

for everyone already knew me. I wished I was gone, at home

The day colored me a shade of black and blue,

all I wanted was some more color, one not the shade of bruises of life.

Little did they know their worlds of darkness were about to collide

and create a multicolored phenomenon they are not used to being around.

Lunch time, pizza and the draining want to have a friend.

We both sit alone, I alone in my mind surrounded by shadows of people I wish I could say I knew,

he by himself as many a shadow pass by, but do not talk to.

We both felt like nobody understood, like nobody truly saw us and craved meeting someone to see past the shadows,

past the skin we both wear and draw upon from time to time.

Sharpies are our best of friends, but no humans see past the shadows.

Seventh period, last class of the day.

He has not made a friend and has all but given up on his quest.

I, a ball of blue and red.

Blue from the sores of peoples words and treatment, red from pure anxiety and anger.

He sits there with his head down upon the desk as I walk in to do the same.

He looks up as we lock eyes for a second.

The world around us become blurry as time is frozen.

All that seems to be around for just a split second that stretches to what feels like a lifetime,

is just us. Him and his brownish hazel eyes, shy look with his hands on his desk, and me.

Snap back to reality, and I am filled with all emotions known to man,

but most of all, anxiety.

What is this feeling?

Why was the area around his face blurry?

Why was my heart beat still and racing at the same time?

We connected, and if I could,

I would stare into that blurry face for all eternity.