Brandon shrugged. He didn’t have friends. You had to be a person to have friends, and he was pretty sure he didn’t count. He was a shadow on the wall, a thought that never quite surfaced, a phantom of what a boy should be. He was like a stranger posted outside the room that the rest of the world lived in, and no matter how hard he pressed his fingers to the window, he wasn’t getting in. He wasn’t an outcast; he didn’t exist at all.
