As the bell rang for the end of break, the spell broke and Abdul got up, seemingly startled to be at school at all. Lizu stared at him, she knew better than to frown, the unresponsiveness, the quietness that emanated from him was a usual occurrence.
Abdul seemed relieved that Ms Owen was just covering the English lessons. Her very presence unnerved him, there was more to her than being a supply teacher. He picked up his bag and left Lizu to go to his geography class. He didn't notice Lizu looking at him, something shifted in her eyes. When he turned around the corner of the hall to go to class, he looked back, something was changing, an inner voice told him to look at the ceiling, the stars that appeared on his bedroom ceiling were swirling above him. Just see Abdul the voice said, it often sounded like his mother; maternal and eternally worried. What did it mean? Why now? The stars had a definite pattern to them that disappeared than reappeared, Abdul wasn't frightened by the celestial lights rather he understood that somewhere his fate was being written.
He looked at his hands, they seemed faint, less like Abdul and more the the dirty school floor beneath him. Oh no, he thought why now? His whole body slowly vanished. Fortunately everything he had on him vanished too. He decided to ditch Geography and attend, if possible, Ms Owen's class. She had something to do with it. Bad or good, he had to know.
Luckily for him the door was opened and he managed to slip into her class and go to the back with out bumping into anyone. As he leaned against the wall, praying that he wouldn't re-emerge suddenly, he noticed Ms Owen glancing towards the back row of kids, immediately infront of Abdul. Then she just looked at him straight in the eye for a split second then went back to the kids sitting in front of him. Surely she couldn't see him? He looked down, no, he was still invisible. But he was sure, sure that she could see him or at least sense he was there. Yet he wasn't frightened or anxious about being found out. She SAW him, it was strangely comforting and exhilerating. To be invisible and still be seen. He settled and started to look at her, she was the lady from the park, where was the baby? She looked like someone he knew but couldn't place. Like looking at a photo that seemed familiar but had no memory attached. As he watched her moving around the class he sensed he too was being watched. The invisible boy and the mysterious woman coyly circling each other waiting. just waiting.
