One Tuesday, his routine broke. A girl from his history class, Maya, sat down across from him. She didn't say anything at first, just watched him draw.
Leo wasn't invisible, but he was quiet enough that people often forgot he was there. In the crowded hallways of St. Jude’s Academy, he was the "boy in school" that everyone knew by sight but no one knew by name. He lived in the margins of notebooks, his pen constantly moving, sketching the world as it rushed past him. Boy in school.7z.001
"You caught the way the light reflects off the trophy case," she finally whispered, pointing to a corner of his sketch. "I thought I was the only one who noticed that." One Tuesday, his routine broke