Thirty-two students filled the class every day, but all that filled the air was white noise. The kind of white noise akin to tuning into the wrong television channel or a radio station just out of reach. He sat in the back by the window and hoped for some sort of melody. Something sweet and inviting, but nothing beat the noise.

“Why’s he such a loaner?” Whispers filled the room.

“I heard he’s never even had a friend.” The voices overlapped one another. The words becoming unclear.

“I heard.” The voices grew.

“I heard!” The volume raised.

“I heard…” The static unbearable.

“I heard he used to be a girl.” A hand slammed onto his desk. He jumped at the noise in almost perfect clarity. The room fell silent. He longed for the static and kept his head down.

“So princess, why don’t you give us a look?” The hand once present on his desk quickly invaded his space. Grabbing at his shirt despite a struggle.

“Please someone…help me…” he pleaded in his mind. The silent was jarring and somehow worse than the noise.