Chapter One (Episode 2: Invisible)

Hej Diary,

I'm a people watcher: always have been, always will be. So when this morning I notice a kid walking around the halls with his arm sticking out, I start wondering what's happening.

I used to wonder what would happen if I were to suddenly disappear. Would anyone even notice I was gone? I doubt it. I'm not bitter; I realize that I have to take a little of the blame here. I could be more outgoing and make some friends.

But making friends is hard, and I'll only be here for a few more years. What's the point in establishing a connection with someone when in a little while you'll never see them again?

Anyways, back to my story.

I followed the kid back to the Science room. There is a good side to no one noticing you… I was able to follow them quite openly without them realizing it.

They left the door open. I just happened to drop my books beside the open door. I decided I'd take my time picking them up. It's not my fault they decide to discuss important issues with the door wide open. They didn't even try to whisper.

Turns out, the boy's name is Lucas, and he has an invisible friend named Marshall. Only Marshall is real, and for some reason he became invisible. No joke.

As soon as I heard the names, my photographic memory kicked in. I remembered them both as friends of Corinne and members of the Science Club.

Something else sticks out in my mind: Lucas called the school "Black Hole High." Now I've heard the school called many things before… but this is a first.

I was intrigued. So later, when I noticed Lucas, Corinne and Josie going into the Science room, I decided that since the day was so lovely, maybe I should consider doing my homework outside… on one of those little stone benches on the terrace… that just so happens to be near the outside door to the Science room… which was open.

I was there for their reminiscing. I was there for Marshall starting to disappear for good. I was there when they 'made him feel seen' and when 'he saw himself.'

What surprises me the most is that… it worked! It was completely unscientific, and made no sense at all… but it worked. Which is all that matters, right?

Still, I can't help thinking about it. Something weird is going on with this school.

The mural is going well. Josie's quieted down now, and I didn't have to re-arrange my schedule.

Tonight my job is to help the janitor. I like him because he doesn't talk. That sounds bad, but I find it very calming to be able to do a job without having someone nattering away in your ear. He usually gives me the job of emptying trash cans and wiping down chalkboards in the classrooms.

Tomorrow I'm going to see if I can find out anything more about this "Black Hole" business.

Farvel,

Alicia