Invisible

"Hey, Kitty, why so shy?" Matt Holt teased. His whole clan snickered at the stupid nickname given to me five years ago. They knew my name was Kat. Kat Smith to be exact. But five years ago I was in third grade and just begining to be really shy. So they knew I wouldn't fight back when they gave me the stupid name. I didn't fight back then, not now. It's not my style. It's not like the teachers helped me either. So I just pulled my bag over my head and walked briskly out of math class to my locker.

Matt and his gang followed. It was always like this. I didn't understand why Matt chose me, or why he was so popular. He's a royal jerk. I was an easy target, I guess. I'm quiet, shy, and overly smart. I'm in high school now. Skipped a grade, seventh right to ninth. I'm always writing somewhere. My notebook or otherwise. But it didn't matter what I was doing. There was always something I was doing wrong. My short brown hair was weird. My sea green eyes were gross. My white bag with book quotes put on it with sharpie by yours truly was babyish. I was too shy. I wish I could say it didn't bother me. But it did.

I opened my locker. It was the end of eighth period. I was tired and just wanted to go home. Unfortunately, the odds were not in "Ever in my favor" tonight. After putting all of my things in my bag and slamming my locker door, all while ignoring Matt's taunts, my notebook fell to the ground. The notebook. The one I write my feelings and story ideas into. I reached for it, but Matt grabbed it instead. 

"NO! PLEASE!" I shouted. It wasn't that loud. But it was the loudest I had been in front of other students in years. Everyone paused, except Matt. He started flipping through my notebook.

"What?" Matt sneered. "Is this piece of junk important to you, Kitty Cat?" 

I clenched my left fist and stuck out my right one. "Just give it back, Matt."

"Ahh, so it IS important to you. Well, I think I'll just keep this for a while. Unless you can reach it, Kitty." Of course he wouldn't just give it back. This was the most reaction I had given him in years. Matt thrust the notebook into the air.  He was six feet tall at least, while I'm five feet exactly, even thought he's only two years older than me.

I looked up. Was it worth it? Total humiliation, or letting Matt show everyone my book. I sighed. I was already humiliated as is. Why not embarrass myself more? After all, there was a chance I could reach it.

I started jumping. A few times I almost got it, but Matt moved it just out of reach. Everyone was laughing, but I didn't care. This went on for a few minutes when a girl poked Matt in the ribs. She was wearing too much make up, and clothes that looked like a supermodels. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders. 

"Matt, this is boring!" She said seductively. "Can I see the notebook?" She held out one hand with  manicured nails. Matt placed the book in her hands. She started running towards the girls bathroom. I followed, pushing through the crowd that had gathered around my locker. Some girls followed me in. When I reached the bathroom, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The girl was standing by a toilet with her hand on the handle that would make it flush. My notebook was in her other hand, dangling over the toilet bowl.