Ignite Me

~ Chapter 1 ~

        Hi. I'm Miller. Mia Miller. You probably have no idea who I am, so let me tell you. I'm the girl on the side. You know, that girl who in the crowd that you never notice. Now do you remember me? Probably not. My brother, Logan Miller, is the popular guy type. The cute guy who you spot at parties and drool over, and the star of the football team. The typical, perfect jock. My sister, Monica Miller, is the popular girl type. The one that many boys go after and try to sleep with. The girl who everyone wants to be. Funny thing is, they get along so together they unite their powers and- sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. Basically, those two are very high in the social food chain. So let me get to the point. I'm invisible. Completely and utterly invisible as you've probably figured out by now.

 It feels like I'm a ghost walking around and watching everyone while they pass by. My mom doesn't even notice me. She's always so occupied with my siblings. I can't even explain how messed up my family is.

The only thing my mom ever talks about are how proud she is of her son and daughter. Notice how daughter is singular.

She only ever gets out of her room for Logan and Monica. Well, she still goes to the family restaurant to be fair.

I feel like I'm a mistake. Like they wouldn't care if one day I just disappeared. 

It's 1:00am and I've got school tomorrow. Great. Worst part is I have to wake up super early to get ready and walk to school. Logan and Monica are both seventeen and they both have cars. It would make sense for one of them to drive me, but I'm pretty sure they don't care. I mean of course they care. I think. I don't know, really.

I'm sixteen and I walk everywhere by myself. Safe, right? No, not at all. That's why I want a freaking car!!

I get in bed and put on my headphones and put my playlist on shuffle. I can't sleep without music and right when I closed my eyes, What About Angels by Birdy came on.

I closed my eyes and listened to the music. I wanted to cry a tear or two, but I had none left. I just want someone to come and hold my hand. Say that they're never going to leave me alone and just be there for me, but I've read all the stories. The girl gets the guy, the guy gets the girl, it's all the same. I only wish it were true.

 I would die for someone who would actually love me, but I'm prepared to be a forty year old virgin anyway. Just thinking about those really bad days when people actually did notice me...it was for all the wrong reasons. Knowing that I'm a major turn off and unattractive sucks. Eventually, I fell asleep allowing myself to get some rest. 

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I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm. I mean come on. My alarm is clearly jealous of the amazing relationship I have with my bed. 

With hesitation, I got up and started getting ready. I finish up in the bathroom, picking out a thin black V-neck sweater with the number 24 on it, white leggings, and black converse. Even though it's 90 degrees outside, it's really chilly in the school. I pull up my sleeves a bit and started my makeup. I put on a thin line of eyeliner mascara, and light pink lip gloss. Sweet and simple. I grab my backpack and go downstairs heading straight to the kitchen to make my coffee. As usual, my morning is very quiet considering everyone in my family has an extra 30 minutes of sleep.

I get my coffee and head out the door, not really excited to go back to the torture I call school. Why do we have to learn things we are not going to need in the future? I put on my sunglasses and continue my lonely journey.

I get there in 15 minutes and everyone's back. The girls are squealing, the guys are yelling. They act like they haven't seen each other in years, but who am I to judge? I would probably do the same. I go inside and find my locker, getting the books I need for first and second period. I sink down against my locker and pull my headphones and iPod out of my bag. I don't know why, but music helps me in a way. It's the only therapy that words for me. I close my eyes and listen to the music. I try to pretend I'm somewhere far away from here, but of course, I have no luck in my hands.