Death: I take it you come here often? Emily: Haha, yeah, I hide. I’ve got spots all over the school, though, not just here. Because sometimes it’s a nice day or something, so I go outside. Death: Sure. Tell me, what are you hiding from? Emily: Just... people. I don’t mind being alone, I just don’t like people seeing me. Death: Does that really make a difference? Emily: It’s more awkward when people are judging me. Even if they’re not, I feel like they are. Death: Are they mean? Any... uh, bullies? Emily: Nah, you only really get picked on if you’re a real freak or some kind of competition. For friends and boyfriends and stuff. Death: And I come to the conclusion that you’re neither? Emily: Right. But I keep away to avoid becoming an exception, anyway. Plus it’s a quieter place to read than the classroom. Death: Yeah. Not to mention a convenient place to avoid looking crazy should you start talking to any invisible figures of folklore. Emily: That’s definitely a priority.
--- Alt text: 'why would you mind if people see you?' asks the person who's invisible all the time