Invisible

Arguing.

Celestia POV

I squirmed around in my hospital bed. And in the end, I slammed my fists on the bedtable. "Celestia!" Joanne scolded. "Stupid Alden." I grumbled.

"Bringing stupid Nicolette to meet us."

"I actually feel a little relieved meeting her." Kimberly said soothingly. "I know. It feels awesome, that she trembles below us like she used to make us years ago." Joanne agreed.

"Like an eye for an eye, or some shit like that." I added. "She makes us feel miserable, and, pay it back, man."

"I think you three are too harsh on her." Dominique commented. Celestia just sent her a glare.

This few weeks, she seemed distant. She hung out with some other girls, like Kezia, Darlene Queztine, and Felicia Heat. I didn't really mind Felicia Heat or Darlene Queztine.

Kezia just really got under my skin.

She was bossy, and thinks she is better than the others. Kezia is a little bit.. *cough* overweight *cough*.

Just stating a fact.

"Sure we are, Ms. Gentle." I retorted, flipping my messy blonde hair over my shoulders. "I'm serious." I turned away from her. "I really want to have your hair, Kim." I commented. Kim's hair was beautiful.

It was long and fiery red, curly and smooth. Who wouldn't want it?

"You should learn to thank yourself more." Dominique said again.

Okay, now she's getting under my skin.

"Thank you very much," I said, smiling sweetly. Trying to hold my temper.

"But, I will thank myself when I have something to thank for." Then, a quote flashed on my head.

Sometimes, I feel like we're a knot, too tangled to be taken apart.

Its true, so much of me are tied up in you.

I know who said that. It was a quote from The Selection, where Aspen Leger and America Singer were talking. I had always liked the character America Singer. Long ago, I had been friends with a girl who looked just like her.

Her name was Lynn Peterson, she was my age. That was two years ago, but she moved to another school, so I never got to see her again. She was so nice.

But you would not like to see her temper. She was stubborn and defensive, but also very intelligent and understanding. She had brilliant red hair and green eyes.

We still kept contact, and she was still so pretty. We were planning to go to the same university. Harvard.

"Celestia!" Joanne snapped her fingers in front of me. "What the hell are you thinking?"

"Lynn, the one I told you about, when we were younger." I said.

"Lynn Peterson?" Matthew asked, surprised.

"You know her?" I asked. "She's a family friend, but she's so busy deep in her studies now that she never visit us again. She's a lot like you." Matthew said.

I picked up a glass of water from the bedtable beside me. "When can I get out of this fucking place?" I exclaimed. "Two more days." Kiki said, sipping her own drink, and leaning on Niall's shoulder.

Vanessa sneakily took out her camera and snapped the picture of Kiki and Niall. "I gotta go." Dominique suddenly said. "I'm meeting with Michael."

Stella giggled. "Michael Kane?" "Shut up you." She said, blushing.

I laughed. "Use protection!" Leading her to whack me on the head. "Bye, girls!" She waved at us from the door. "Bye." We chorused and she shut the door.

The same words took over me again.

Sometimes, I feel like we're a knot, too tangled to be taken apart.

Its true, so much of me are tied up in you.

I kept thinking of it, aren't I?

Flashback.

As I let the wind blow my hair, someone closed my eyes with his hands. "Who am I?" I giggled and pushed his hands away. "You're so childish, Chris." I said, still giggling.

He was hiding something behind him.

"What's that? Show me!" I demanded. "No!" "Show me!" "No!" I ripped the thing away from his grasp and gasped. It was a Lazuli Blue clip, shaped of a flower.

"Your mom allowed me to buy it for you." He said simply. I shoved him playfully. "You shouldn't." "I should." He said and shoved me. Sure, being the klutz I was, I slipped.

Strong arms dragged me to his chest. "Careful, there." Christopher said, chuckling. I whacked his head, and I had to stand on my tiptoes to do so.

"Like you aren't clumsy yourself!'' I retorted. “I'm not the one who fell when you shoved me." He said. "Are we.. You know, too tangled on each other to go away?" He asked me.

"Trying to be Aspen Leger?" I teased.

"No, because Lynn's America, not you. And you're not Lucy, either."

And I blushed.

Aspen, who was a lookalike of Christopher, loved both of them, and none of them were me, or a look alike of me. And he wanted neither of them.

End of flashback.