Disclaimer: I do not own My Candy Love or any of its characters.

It wasn't necessarilly happiness, nor was it sadness. The feeling was something in between. It was as it I didn't belong. Maybe it was meant to be this way. I was an outcast and I didn't deny it. I finally found her. The one I came here for. She was just down the hall.

"I've finally found you," My waltz towards her stopped, mid-stride as her face contorted into sheer horror upon seeing me.

"No! No! No! No!" She angrily stomped in my direction before stopping a few feet in front of where I was standing. "You aren't supposed to be here! Why are you here? Stop following me!"

"But I-" I tried to reach out for her, but she let out a gut-wrenching scream before running the opposite direction. I could vaguely hear her screaming "Help! My stalker is back! Help!"

What a dissapointment. Did I expect her to be happy? No. Did I expect her to scream and run as if I were the rotting meat in the back of the fridge? Maybe I did, but I kept telling myself that she wouldn't. Who am I kidding? I am just kidding myself.

I am just the strange boy who sits in the brightly lit corner of the room—the dark corner was taken. I am the boy who takes up space in classrooms because no one realizes I am there. Well, speaking of class, it's time to go. Quickly, I took my seat in the front of the class. Pretty sad, huh? I sit all the way in the front, yet, no one realizes that I exist. I quickly began to unpack. Unfortunately, in that haste, I dropped my pencil. From where I was sitting there was no way I could reach it. Naturally, I would ask the person sitting above my pencil to grab it.

"Uh, I dropped my pencil. Can you pick it up for me?"

Silence.

"Uh... Nevermind... I'll pick it up later."

This is the normal life for me. I'm like bacteria. Here, but unseen. I've grown accustomed to it. Why?

Well, because I am Ken.

A/N: Well, I have to say, my writing style is pretty awkward. ._. I took this set down and decided to do some major editing thanks to an amazing reviewer (you know who you are). She really opened my eyes and actually helped me improve... Kind of. It's better than it was before, I have to say. Well, atleast I think it is. . I LOVE constructive criticism. I get butt-hurt when I read it, but after I get over it, I really try to take those suggestions and I strive to be better. :)