Letters from the invisible girl|| Joe Sugg

4: 2015

October 23/15, Friday.

Dear Joe,

It's Friday, You were invited to a party. I wasn't invited. Not because I'm not fun, but because I'm mute. I don't talk really. I find it hard to find the right words to say. I want to talk Joe I really do. Only if you will start the conversation.

Sincerely, Invisible.

I place my book down and grab the envelopes from my backpack. I rip the page out and stuff it into the envelope, licking the seal closed. At this point I want to give the letters to him. I clutch them in my hand.

I see him talking to his friends.

Caspar. Caspar is his name.

I start walking to him. He looks at me and flashes a smile.

I turn around and walk away.

Maybe next time.