I couldn't help the smile that grew on my face as I saw the small creature untie the athlete's shoe laces beside me. The small creature had blue scales all over his kitten sized body and little baby horns peeking out of his scull. It's wide orange eyes filled with mischievousness and a toothy grin spread across his face. He was snickering under the boy's desk and kept glancing at me shyly as if thinking I would scold him. He was to cute and only in my world.

The shoe laces belonged to a boy my age named Erik. All I know about him is that he plays on the baseball team and usually sleeps in this American History class. He is very popular when he doesn't sleep in here and he likes to make side comments to the other classmates when ever Mrs. Chapman turns around. It is rather annoying sometimes when every other day I hear the same "that's what she said" jokes.

I tilt my head down and hide behind my round glasses to make sure no one sees the small smile on my face. The bubbly creature, finished with his master piece, walks over to my desk. He sits himself on my shoe and tangles his scaly arms around my ankle. I start to swing my leg back and forth like a swing for the now giggling critter.

I have been able to see the many different creature since I was five years old. My parents thought it was just an imaginary friend, but I knew he was real. I still know he is real, just like the others I have seen. The unknown creatures are always kind, funny and beautiful in their own way. Some are small as flower pots and some are as big as lamp posts. They have always been near me at school, at the park and at home. I have grown up with the many different creatures by my side. They seem to love me, making me love them even more.

"Erik!" at Mrs. Chapman's voice, both Erik and I jump a little in our seats. Erik has a long red mark across his arm and forehead from laying his head down. He looks dazed for a second until realizing he has been caught sleeping class. A few snickers echo in the back of the classroom.

"Um, yes miss?" he asks, scratching the back of his head.

"I asked you if you were listening," she said with an eyebrow slightly raised. Erik shrugs his shoulder. Mrs. Chapman lets out a long sigh. "Since you weren't why don't you point out where Sir Walter Raleigh found his first North America settlement for the English in 1585." Her smile is a knowing one. She knows he was definitely not paying attention to the first North American settlement lesson and was rubbing it in his face. The corner of her mouth turns up a little.

Erik doesn't even try to fight back with Mrs. Chapman. He stands up from his chair and oh gosh I forgot... to late. There he was, one of the all-star baseball players, face down on the tiled floor with his shoelaces tied to his desk. The little creature is howling with laughter with the rest of the class. I chuckle too.

Erik quickly unties his shoelaces from the desk legs with the tops of his ear red like a raspberry. He is fuming and embarrassed at the same time, I can tell. "Who did this crap?" he spits once he is on his feet.

Everyone quiets down as he studies the students around him. His blue eyes calculating every living being in the room, well, except the still howling creature on my leg.

"Come on, someone must have done it." More like "something" did it sir. The other students join him, turning their heads back and forth, looking for the trickster. I keep swinging my leg and watch the show unfold.

Let the blaming begin.

"I bet you did it Collin," a girl in the front row accuses. Collin, a bushy haired lacrosse player who sits to the right of Erik, raises his eyebrows.

"When did you see me get up, Rae?" he asks her.

She shrugs, wearing a stunning smile smeared in lip gloss. "If you didn't do it, who did? I wanna know how they did it without being caught" An echo of agreements fill the room.

"Erik," Mrs. Chapman sighs, pinching her nose with two fingers, "please just resume coming to the board and doing what I asked you."

With one last glare at the four people seated closest to him, including me, he walks to the map on the board.

I shake my head and smile as the same mischievous creature climbs up my desk's leg and places himself at the edge of the metal surface. He lets out a big yawn and the corners of his eyes tear up at his sudden tiredness. With a soft thud, his small head hits the desk and small snores seep out of his mouth. The ultimate definition of adorable.

A few minutes later after Erik failed at finding the first settlement on the map, there is a knock on the door. Mrs. Dunn, the school's counselor, walks in. She is wearing purple flats and a red and white maxi dress that makes her brighten the room, making me almost miss the person following close behind her.

A tall guy with slightly spiky brown hair and a long neck awkwardly walks in. He is wearing jeans and a navy blue flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He has a wide smile that almost glows under the classroom's lights.

"Hello, class," Mrs. Dunn waves. "This here is Trent Helen. He will be joining River Valley's junior class and your American History Class. Would you like to say a few things about yourself, Trent." You can almost see his smile falter a little at the corners.

"Well," he says, grabbing his backpack straps on his shoulders, "I played soccer at my other high school and hope to play here as well." He awkwardly chuckles, dropping his hands back to his sides.

"You're in luck, soccer tryouts are this weekend and I'm sure one of your classmates can answer any of your questions," she swipes her arm in front of her, gesturing toward us. Trent nods.

With one last wave, Mrs. Dunn leaves the room and Mrs. Chapman begins to talk to Trent.

"New hottie alert," says a girl on the other side of the room. A wolf whistle follows her comment. Trent turns slightly and winks at her, she immediately goes red in the cheeks.

"Okay young man," Mrs. Chapman announces, interrupting the soft giggles in the classroom, "You can sit next to miss Jenna Bates. Shay wave your hand please." I raise my hand and wave my hand, tucking my hair behind my ear with the other.

With a nod my way and thank you to Mrs. Chapman, Trent walks over and sits to my left. He gives me a friendly smile which I return.

The rest of class goes smoothly. No interruptions and the small blue scaled creature at the corner of my desk continues to snore lightly in his deep sleep. I wish I could pet him but I know that would look weird to the people around me. I'm the only one who can see the mysterious creatures and I learned that a long time ago. I have yet to meet someone who can see them like me.