Invisible

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

LEA

"Where did you get your dress from? The dumpster?"

"No, my mommy bought it for me."

"EWWW, your hair is slimy and gross, what are you, an alien? Haven't you ever heard of a bath?"

"No! I'm just a... a normal girl."

"Hey everyone, Lea's an alien! She wears funny clothes and her hair is gross!"

"What? An alien?" Someone else shouted. A crowd started to gather in a circle around me, as if I was some sort of weird experiment.

"Ew, I don't want alien kooties!" More children start to gather. Some backed away to avoid catching my 'kooties'.

"I don't have kooties" I defended. "I'm just a regular fourth grader like you! And I.... I-" My voice was cut off. Someone threw their left over sandwich from lunch at my head, staining my dress, face and hair with mustard and bologna in the process.

"Ha, maybe now that you're dirtier, you will finally take a bath, you freak!" A girl in my class shrilled, causing the other people around her to point and snicker.

"Yeah, go back to your own planet!"

"You're such a Freak!"

"You Freak!"

"Freak!"

"FREAK!"

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I sat up with a start, feeling like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. My face was soaking wet. It could be my tears or sweat, I'm not too sure. Why do I always have the most messed up dreams? This one was different though. For the first time since I died, I had a dream that actually made sense. Wait, scratch that. It was a nightmare.

This scene was something that I actually experienced in my life, like a memory. That day is so fresh, so clear in my memory because that was the day I realized that no one on this earth was satisfied with me. There was always something wrong with me and there wasn't anything I do to change it. I used to think it was just their opinion but as the years passed, people wanted different of me, more of me and sometimes, I felt they wanted less of me since I was such I apparently was such a burden in their lives.

I never knew why people felt this way. Why kids treated me the way they did or why my parents wanted more of me or why my friend or ex-boyfriend weren't satisfied with what they had.

I guess that's why I went into a complete depression and tried to push everyone away. I was wishing to be invisible and to blend in and go unnoticed. You should be careful what you wish for. It may come true.

But all back stories aside, why did these dreams keep happening? And why now did I decide to have a dream that actually made sense?

"Lea! Over here!"

Trevor? What is he doing here? Wait, where is 'here'? I cautiously stand up and dust myself off, taking in my surroundings. I was happy I still had my memory. Maybe this 'forgetful' faze of mine was behind me. Then I won't have to worry waking up not knowing what is going on.

As I looked around at my surroundings I realized that I, again, woke up in an unfamiliar place. Why is the world so messed up? For nine months, I wake up in the same room every day and now, all of the sudden, fate decides to play tricks on me and make me not know what the hell I am. That's just low!