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Every once in a while, I think to myself, "What would it feel like to not exist? What would be like to not be on the face of the Earth?" And now I know. I started my junior year of high school in a new school, a new state. In every class I sit in the back, the last one to come in, and the first one to leave. No one knows that I'm even here; no one cares. I'm a straight-A student, but no one knows. I'm just the dumb geeky girl with no friends. Only the people I don't want to notice me know I'm here. Like Drew Hamilton, the girl with all the friends. She has every boy swooning over her and all the girls dying to be friends with her; well, all except me. And she knows that I don't fall immediately under her spell. Which is why she hasn't invited me to any parties, hasn't talked to me except to call me "freak" or "ghost girl", and always, always singles me out in the cafeteria. Like today.
"Let me see that," says Drew, snatching my English homework out of my hands. "Hey, that's my property, give it back!" She holds it out of my reach and sneers at me. "I need the answers for the homework, but oh, wait, you're too STUPID to get any answers right!" She laughs and shoves my homework into me and I lose my balance, tripping over my own feet and stumbling backwards. Right into Avery Martin's mashed potatoes. I stand up, horrified. Avery is the only person who has ever actually smiled at me, a real, genuine smile. But now that my back and right elbow are covered in her lunch, I have a feeling that that's about to change. "Oh, hey, Kelly, are you alright?" Avery asks. "Um, Kathleen, actually, but yeah, I'm fine, just got a little mashed potato on me," I say. God, I'm so stupid! Of course she knows I have potato on me, it's her lunch! "What happened over there?" "Um, Drew just um, never mind. It's no big deal," I say, wondering if I could ever be close with her. "Oh, okay then. Well, see you around," she says, returning to her lunch (well, what was left of it) and her group of friends. I open my mouth to reply, but my voice gets stuck in my throat. I walk to the cafeteria line and get my lunch. And I don't order the mashed potatoes.
I'm busy doing my homework and eating my lunch when Drew approaches me. "Hey, I just wanted to say sorry," she says, and I'm absolutely shocked. "I'm having a party this Friday night and everyone's invited. Even you, ghost girl." She hands me a pink invitation that has a picture of a piñata on it. 'You're Invited!' it screams in neon green letters. "Um, thanks Drew," I say. "That's really nice of you." But when I look up, she has already strutted across the mess hall with her posse.
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In homeroom the next day, everyone is talking about Drew's party.
"It's gonna be the biggest party ever," says one girl.
"I can't believe she invited the whole junior class! That's like, a lot of people," says another.
The bell chimes and I scurry off to my first class. I stop at my locker and see that Drew is there with her friends. "Um, hey, Drew!" I say. She looks at me. "Hey, ghost girl," she replies. "So excited for you to come to the party tomorrow! It'll be a blast," she says, and her friends giggle. I laugh nervously. "Um, can I get to my locker? Please?" "Oh, yeah, so sorry." She moves to the side. "Thanks." I grab my English book and head to class. When I enter, all the guys have already started a paper football game. Someone flicks the paper football and it shoots past my face. "Hey, watch it!" someone says. "Sorry," I mutter under my breath. I walk to my usual spot but someone's already taken it. "Hey, Kath, over here," says Drew, waving her hands and patting the empty seat to her right. "Um, thanks Drew, but doesn't Carrie usually sit here?" "Yeah, but she's getting her braces off today," replies Drew. "Oh," I say, not knowing how to respond. When the class quiets down, we watch a movie about Shakespeare's life, during which everyone starts talking about Drew's party—talking about what they're wearing, what they hope is gonna happen, and what they hope doesn't happen (for example, someone throwing up in the punch bowl like her last party)—until the bell rings. The rest of the day blurs by as I come up with fantasies about Drew's party—including but not limited to: me becoming popular, Avery begging me to be her friend, and Drew and her friends bowing before me in awe and throwing themselves at my mercy.
