Drifting softly, Like a cloud in the sky. Going with the flow, Feeling extremely fly. No destination, Just passing by. No obligation, Not even a suite or tie. Following the wind, Following the rain. Just keep moving, Ignore the pain. So what? You're alone, There's no need to feel shy. Don't look back now, There's a chance you might cry.

Endlessly drifting, Does that mean you're alone? Forever moving, Never to meet someone. Maybe staying wouldn't hurt, There's a chance at a life. Having a home, And maybe not having some strife. Drifting is nice, But only for awhile. It then becomes lonely, And you can't walk another mile. In the end, Find a place to call your own. Look for your own castle, And make yourself a throne.

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(p.s sometimes he has different clothes. Like above. That's his comfy clothes.)

I was just in my regular routine, get out of bed, get dressed, go get breakfast if I need it, go to school, come home an find something to do. I use to live in Transylvania, Romania but came to Nevada to get a.....fresh start. I live in this old abandoned mansion/ tree house deep and far back in the woods. Today was no different, I had three....acquaintances more or less.

Jack Darby, I helped out when he was getting bullied by a group of guys, I got them expelled and or have them move away...I have my ways, but sadly only one remains but Jack had told me it's fine. I let it slide...that is till Jack tells me he wants him gone at least.

Miko Nakadai, well she was having a bit of a hard time due to her being from Japan so she would get common words mixed up, I was there to help though. I speak about all languages, so I was bi-lingual and helped her fit in...we have a similar taste in music, a bit. I like all music but rock and country are my two mains.

Then there's Rafael Esquivel, he was more less words a genius. I helped him with RC cars, robotics and even helped him with hacking. He was cool, a nerd in my book...but then again so am I...I nearly know all kinds of things, even smart enough to get straight A grades with no studying or effort. I can hack the pentagon if I wanted to...I normally do it to read up on the gossip they have, like damn, it could be considered Facebook I swear. Along with weird and possibly useless knowledge.

I had seen them a lot, invited them to hangout after school and stuff. but now they have a Science-Fiction club and I'm not invited? or aloud to be in it...I kind of just drifted away from them per-say. But if they need help they will come to me.

I notice some unusual names and topics they talk about, not even close to Science-Fiction. I catch Names, and things. When I walk passed them, they stop, it's only when I leave do I hear the topics yet again. And the thing is, they never knew each other, we were never a group, I only invited them after I saw that they were all friends. I feel left out, alone, forgotten...but I have to keep telling myself...we were never friends.

We were never close....

I never let them in....

They don't truly know me...........