The nightmares were tiring last night; I am too exhausted to get to school but I don't have anything else to do.

My life is so event less. And pointless.

I walk through the corridor, my bag hanging over my right shoulder.

Thankfully, no one gives me a second glance. They behave like I don't exist. Like I am invisible.
I like that; it gives me lesser things to care about.

I do not look at anyone's face, nor do they look at mine. I am always looking down at other's shoes keeping my head low. Like I am embarrassed to show my face.

My eyes fall on the same blue sports shoes that I have encountered with quite a few times in the last days. Subconsciously, I look up to see it's owner. He is looking at me too, like in a typical movie. A surprising coincidence.

And then he does the most unexpected thing.

He smiles at me.