Prologue

Blood dripped down the sides of my knees. I sighed to myself as the other kids in my grade passed by. Kids whacked the back if my head, called my name, telling my to hurry up. I wiped my knees on my grey t-shirt, and lifted myself up. I walked with the other kids back to the dressing rooms, where I would rinse them off.

I'd fallen, scraped my knees on the basketball court in gym class. Clumsy me. "Roxer, eh!" calls a more popular kid. I look at him. He calls us by our last names, for some reason.

Before they disappeared. That's me, though. Vincent Roxer. Seventeen. Eleventh grade.

I am- or was a someone. Even a small someone. Until I wasn't...