Sincerely

Leeon

Today's my 18th birthday.

I would've forgotten about it myself if I didn't wake up to Lewis texting me:

Happy B-Day Bro, you're still a pain in my ass.

Lovely.

Worst part of my birthday isn't that it's not very memorable. It's that it's at the beginning of the school year. Not that I give a damn, but most people go out with their friends or family on their birthday. I'm not doing shit with my family, and since my birthday is at the beginning of the school year, I don't exactly get the time to make friends.

Which is fine, I really couldn't care less.

I haven't celebrated my birthday in years. I don't expect that to change this year.

Morning went how it normally did. Rode to school with Mom (nothing from her of course) and stayed in the car for about an hour before school started.

I don't plan on doing anything today, but now that I'm 18 and an adult, I'm actually pretty excited for the shit I'm able to do now. I've been wanting to get my own place the second I'm able to, and my own car as well. Mom and Dad won't protest, they would actually encourage it. Their biggest concern is my career path, which I don't understand why that's any of their goddamn business in the first place.

With enough spacing out, I got through first and second period. The melody of the bell is the only sound that makes me feel an ounce of contentment and relief. Being in the hallways and the sound of people is one of many sounds that make me want to snap my own neck. I sigh and reach up to lift my glasses up the bridge of my nose.

I don't want to see anyone right now. And I don't want to see anyone look at me. Or not look at me.

I bite my bottom lip and slip my glasses off, watching the the faces around me become nothing but unrecognizable blurs. My shoulders relax a bit. And for once I have my head up as I walk through the halls I've walked in for 4 years. Even with no glasses, I could recognize which hall was which and where I had to go. And the only obstacles in my way were unrecognizable people passing me, barely missing my shoulders as each one pushes through.

I feel like the one that no one can see.

I sigh, and close my eyes for a second. Just one fucking second and someone bumps into me.

I catch myself, or at least I think I did. I look to my side and see that whoever bumped into me caught me by holding onto my arm. I snatch my arm away and grip onto my handbag strap and try to push past them.

"You dropped your book." They say.

I roll my eyes and grab it from them.

"Hey, where are your glasses?" They ask. They sounded like they almost cared. I turn around and walk down the staircase.

Since I can't go to my usual spot during lunch anymore, I go to the library instead. There's no food allowed in there so I don't eat my packed lunch until after school. Which is fine, I didn't have an appetite right now anyways.

I head to the library and Mr. Comez greets me as usual. I sign in and head to the back far corner and sit down on the floor. I sigh and put my knees up to my chest. I blink and look around the blurry library. No one was really in here, just a couple of people playing chess and doing work on the computer. But it's still people, and even if they can't see me, I would prefer to be alone.

I reach in my pocket and put my glasses back on, blinking in the sharpness of each object and details on each person. I look at the book the person I bumped into gave me. I had already finished it, but there was a piece of paper hanging out of the top like a book mark.