I am completely and utterly invisible. As a 16 year-old who is awkward in my own skin, my only comfort is knowing that my next door neighbor, the high and mighty Nick Mara, was once pleased to be seen with me. But after that summer, everything changed. We aren't ten year olds anymore, and once we were thrown into a world where your social status meant absolutely everything, Nick shot up and I stayed in the shadows. Every second of everyday, the only thing ever on my mind is him, but I will never say anything because my popularity would sink even further into oblivion. But I always have this thought in the back of my mind, nagging away at all the sense in my brain, telling me that somehow, the feelings Nick once felt were still there. But through all the girlfriends, football championships, and house parties, I am positive I have become invisible to the boy next door aswell. My name is Kiera McAdams, and this is my story.
