I feel invisible. Everyone I know, all my friends, all my bullies, all my teachers, they won't look at me. I walk past them and even bump them in the hallways, but they shiver and brush it off. Things are different here today. I see everyone glance to certain spots, my lunch table, my locker, my desk in class. I don't understand why everyone is paying so much attention to all my things. What did I do that made me so special? Almost every time I walk in the hall ways, someone I love is crying. Some of them even leave. I've tried to interact with them before, but they refuse to acknowledge me. I sit alone in the lunch room. The air is filled with the stiffness of an awkward silence. This time, I see my sister crying in the hall. She begins to leave and I decide to follow. I need to know what is going on with everyone and why I'm so important and I know she'll crack. I follow her outside of the school and down the road. It seems she's headed towards town. Just as she is about to pass the graveyard, she turns in to it. Why is she going to the graveyard? She walks down a row that I recognize from funerals for great-grandparents and other family members, our family row. She arrives at a small, white, clean cut stone, newly laid, with the straw still on top of the grave. She kneels down, buries her head in her hands, and begins to sob. I move around behind her to see whose tombstone this is. I am struck with surprise and sudden realization. I gulp. The name on the stone is mine. I am not invisible. I am dead. Eat my ass pls I love ass, ass is dominate
