The Power Of invisibility

Chapter Three

The rest of the day flew by. I guess it's because I have four classes in the morning and only three in the afternoon.

I waited for Skylar by her locker. I had to tell her about Damian.

She popped up out of nowhere and began to pack up her books.

"I forgot to ask you in Spanish, but did you dye your hair lighter?" She asked me.

I twisted a piece of hair around my finger, casually. "Nope, just the same old blond," I assured her.

"It looks lighter." Skylar told me again.

"So guess what?"

We walked down the hallway as I told her what happened in history.

She was quiet the entire time as I gave her the little details.

When I was finished, she stayed silent for a little while longer before replying.

"I think he likes you," She said, nonchalantly.

"That's your answer for everything that happens to me," I told her, honestly.

"You never know," She told me.

That was her other answer for everything.

We started to split up towards our parent's cars.

"Text me!" She yelled across the parking lot.

"I will!"

I had to go through another silent ride home with my dad before I got inside the house. I immediately went for the food, making myself a bowl of rice crispies. Then I went into my room for the rest of the time and I finished my history work. Every now and then, Damian would pop into my mind and I would feel guilty about it for some reason.

"Your grandma's here!" A voice said from the hallway.

I opened my door and ran outside into my grandma's van.

"Ready for dance?" She asked.

I smiled at her. "I completely forgot about it," I told her, honestly.

I had a weird relationship with my grandma.

When I was a newborn, my real dad got into drugs and cheated on my mom. Not too long after, my mother divorced him and took me with her. Soon after, she met the "love" of her life... my douche bag of a stepfather. They had a pretty messed up life for a while, living in my stepdad's mother's basement, being surrounded by cats... And I guess my grandma couldn't take the thought of me living there with them, so she took me in. I lived with my grandma for a long time. This, of course, left my parents with some "free time" so it wasn't long before my mother got pregnant, again. My little brother is a carbon copy of my step dad, so I'm sure that you can assume how I feel about him.

The time came when I wanted a hobby and because my mom was a dancer; my grandma signed me up for it one day. I fell in love and I've been dancing ever since. My grandma helps out at the studio sometimes, too, so she's the one to drive me around and pay the bills.

The time came when I had to move back to my mom's house, so I did, but I don't spend a single day of my summer over there.

The practice went by quickly, and before I knew it, I was home again. The day had been one huge blur, more than usual. I guess time goes by quicker when you're counting down the days until summer. Time passed even faster when I was dancing, though, which kind of sucked, because the only time I'm truly happy is when I'm dancing. It helped me clear my mind and forget about school for a while.

Until I got home and it all came back and punched me in the face. But whatever, it was a stress free time.

I jumped on my bed, stomach first, and snatched my phone off of the dock.