1 Prologue: A thought...

'How are you?' most tend to answer without giving it a thought seeing it as a formality, others simply avoid the question by throwing it back after a simplistic answer, then there are those who abhor that question, those who think everyone's out to get them those who when asked tend to overthink and fall into the depths of their mind until...

Stop! They don't think altogether. Who cares how I feel anyway. Why am I self-centered? Do they care? How should I answer? What are the...' thoughts pour out spilling all over them like a sea whose banks cannnot contain what it holds. These... these are people born to never be normal, outcasted by society, even if they shut their minds as it kills them every day, the thoughts pour covering their poor souls and they witness as society calls them by the name they are! ... 'Freaks!'

'I'm fine, how are you?' I'm thinking too much, they don't really wanna hear about my depression. They don't really wanna hear about my dreams or plans or anything... they simply see it as a thought, a necessity needed to get a conversation going, 'THEY!' quiet now, eyes they stare, head held down to move along! now...

It's a necessity, a thought, a demon that haunts me, haunts us. The Forgotten. Yes we are forgotten, is it such a bad fate 'Your smile is twisted, I can see it! Hide, they'll come for you...'

"Smile, Smile, Smile." said the cameraman as he positioned himself for the perfect shot.

*Snap!*

I felt my eyes blur from the flash exhibited by the camera. 'Ugh so bright, Gawd!'

"Go on, we still have other students to get through." the cameraman said to me with a smile, I hated it, behind that face I could see his true picture as he stared at a girl in my class 'Pb' constantly, disgust ran across my face, 'What a lecherous man!' But! Of course, it's none of my business what he does. As much as I observe, think, look, it doesn't matter, I won't interfere, it's all but thoughts.

....

"Hand in all ur papers by next week. I'm giving you a week that should be more than enough time." Mr. Tun said as the bell rang his class was the last for today, 'He's a nice teacher... Tho strict I can see he genuinely enjoys teaching, that should be all for my first day of high school.'

"Turner!" Mr. Tun shouts at me before we are dismissed.

"Yes...sir?" I stand up with surprise 'Did I mess up? But that shouldn't be possible. I haven't done anything out of place throughout this day! I'm is safe! I'm safe. I'm safe...' I calm myself down, "Do you need something, sir?"

"Nothing really, you seem hardworking but try being a bit more active, it'll improve character." Mr. Tun says with a friendly smile, "Try making some friends, you still got time."

'Oh, it's just this...' I calm down, "Yes sir... I'll try my best..." I sit down to continue packing my bag.

Hearing my half-assed answer Mr. Tun shakes his head with disappointment. 'It's not that I don't value his words but I've heard it so many times...' a self-mocking smile appears on my face.

....

'Hmm, they said we don't have to choose any clubs till next week. I'll probably join the book club, they never have to do anything extreme.' Not much to think about really, then I bumped into someone.

'Crap!'

"Oh hey. You ok man? Watch ur steps next time, ok?." He walked away. 'He seems nice, he puts on a pretty good facade too, guesses he has a lot weighing on him. Do you think he might allow me to be his friend? Probably not. Whatever he's kinda cool anyway.'

Walking out of River-Park High

'I guess I'll head home then. There's still that one novel. Hmm?' On my way home I noticed a girl being bullied in an alleyway, pushed against a wall... Our eyes meet. Its Pb. She's asking me for help. Like hell, I'm getting into that.' But I didn't go anywhere I stood and watched.

One of the boys noticed me, "Hey, scram, you ain't seen nothing you hear?" Then he turned his back and ignored me, 'Am I not even considered a threat, even if I can't fight I can still call someone! Who am I kidding, a coward like me?' I walked away. Getting away by quite a bit I notice another guy from my class running into that alley... 'It's Mark. I guess only a guy like him can interfere. He's tall and strong, really intimidating.'

Pb gets out with him and thanks Mark, she then cast a glance at me, 'Don't! Don't. You don't understand me! I wanted to help okay! I wanted to...' I walked away.

....

"I'm home," I said quietly 'Mom and dad probably aren't back yet. hmm, wonder if Jim my little brother, is home yet?' I entered a small room to find Jim sitting on his bean bag sofa playing games, 'Guess he is.'

"Hey, Jim."

"Hey. How was ur day."

"It was ok, if you need me ill be in my room."

"Mmhm ok."

'Sigh I can't even handle a conversation with him. I truly am worthless.' I walk to my room...

What a long day.

"He's a bastard! Can't believe he walked away! I never wanna see his face again!"

"No, no stop! Don't hate me. I swear it's not me!" A hand appears on my shoulder, as I looked back I saw the face of a demon. A spitting image of me.

"Turner wake up to reality. We are the same!"

*Gasp*

"Hah! What the F#ck!" I woke up.

"Oh, Turner your awake, is something wrong I heard noises from here." My dad entered.

"No everything is fine. Thanks." I couldn't explain.

"Are you ok? How are you?" My dad asked with a smile.

"I...Im fine dad... thanks."

"Ok then you can join us for dinner." He used his hand to gesture.

"Ok sure."