"Um, Jenna, right?" Trent asks beside me as I put away my textbook. I nod. "I was just wondering if you would know where Mr. Reps class is?" He looks down at a white paper in his hand. "AP English Literature."

   I nod. "Just follow me. My next class is near his room," I say, swinging my backpack on to my shoulders. He smiles his bright crooked grin and gives a fake army salute. I grin at him while the scaly blue creature that now sits on my shoulder, hanging on to the hood of my sweatshirt, giggles.

   Trent chuckles, glancing over my shoulder. Or at least I think it was over my shoulder. It has to be, right?

   I turn away and lead Trent out of the history classroom into the busy and unorganized hallway.

   "Just make sure you don't lose me okay," I shout over my shoulder. Trent grabs the hook-like strap on the top of my backpack and holds onto me as we make our way to the English section. The blue creature waves a fist of small claws and gives a loud hoot as we walk. I let myself smile at him.

   "Here you go, sir," I say a couple minutes later, swinging my arm across the length of the door frame.

   Trent chuckles but nervously takes a peek inside the room. "Thanks, Jenna," he turns back to me and says, "I might try to find you later on again." I laugh softly at that, the blue creature tugging on my hood impatiently. He must want to be held, some of the creatures become needy at random moments.

   Trent's smile seems to grow wider.

   "Well," I say flexing onto my tip toes and stuffing my hands into my jean pockets, "I'll see you around I guess." His eyes brighten at that. He nods and replies back with a definite yes. I give a small wave and the creature on my shoulder mocks my actions, waving his clawed hand faster and more excited than me. I can't help the giggle that leaps out of my mouth, but that's when I notice that Trent gives a small wave back, but it's to something over my shoulder. Again?

   I stop my waving instantly and stare at this new kid in front of me. My mind is racing with questions. Is he looking at the creature on my shoulder? Can he see what no one else can? Does see what I see?

   Glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one else I waving at Trent behind me, I confirm that no one is paying attention to us. I turn back, my eyes widening in disbelief.

   Trent stops waving, his expression freezing. He must have realized his mistake, because his eyes turn into shock filled dark brown orbs. He awkwardly excuses himself and rushes into his English class.

   I stand their in shock for a few seconds. Was I right? Can he see them?

   Before I can think anymore on the subject, the shriek of the bell jolts me out of my mess of a brain. I shake out the thoughts and race to my class two doors down.

   With an apologetic glance to my teacher I scurry to my usual seat by the window.

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   I don't even try to pay attention in my class. My mind can't stop running like a hamster in it's wheel. I just can't believe it. If Trent can see the creature like me, he will understand. He can understand why I want to smile when I can't in certain moments. He can understand why I might have my hand twirling in front of me. He will see a creature that is smiling back at me or playing with my fingers. He will see.

   When the bell rings for the end of class I jump out of my seat, grabbing my things and race my way to Trent's classroom door. I make sure to gently place the creature in my hood, trying not to wake him up from his second nap today.

   I tap my foot as I wait for the classroom to empty, Trent is last. He pauses his steps as he comes to the door, anxiety spreading across his face like a wild fire. I waste no time and grab his arm and drag him back into the class room, not letting him protest. Mr. Reps, raises an eyebrow at us but makes his way out the door with his mug in hand. Thank goodness it's lunch period.

   "So," Trent starts, scratching his wrist nervously, "are you here to show me the cafeteria?" His smile is weak and almost hopeful looking.

   "What were you looking at?" I don't even blink as I say this. He visibly flinches. He scratches at his wrist more furiously. He looks anywhere but me, opening and closing his mouth trying to form a sentence. I can't wait I need answers. "Can you see them?" I ask.

   His eyes shoot to mine, his eyebrows slightly rising in surprise. A wave of anxiety eats at my stomach. He can see them right?

   "Wait," he breaths out in total shock, "you can see them too?" I nod my head as I throw my bag off my shoulder and onto a chair. As I begin to unzip my hoodie Trent's eyebrow shoot upwards and his mouth drops. "What are you doing?" he says, surprise and apprehensive laced into his words.

   I roll my eyes as I carefully take off my hoodie, holding the bottom of the hood softly. I place my hood in between us and glance inside, sure enough the blue creature is drowned in his dreams and still napping. I look up at a anxious Trent. "What do you see?" I ask.

   He looks taken back by my question and glances down at my hood and back at me. He takes a step forward and peeks inside my hood. He lets out a barely audible gasp. He stares inside my hood and then looks up at me. His face is much close now.

   "I see him," he hesitantly says. Emotions form shock to pure happiness spreads and blooms inside me.

   "You can see him," I whisper. He nods, a smile growing on his face. "You can see him," I say louder. He chuckles at that. I laugh too. Maybe from relief or maybe from the still expanding happiness.

   "I have never met someone who can see them," he says breathlessly. "I have always been the only one. Always having to hide from those around me." More breathless chuckles escape his throat.

   "Me too," I exclaim. "You can see my world." At those words, his sparkling grin is back on his face, bigger and brighter then ever. It leaves me lost for words for a moment.

   "What are doing after school, Jenna?"