Invisible

Chapter 1

It's dark, suddenly, a bell rings. The ding wakes me. Everybody stands up almost in unison. My eyes open to an empty classroom. The only person there, my teacher. Mr. Grothwood. I look down and notice my sleeve had moved up my arm. How many people noticed? Did anyone see? I pull it down as Mr. Grothwood looks at me over his thin rimmed, rectangular glasses. I look at the time. I am late. I look down. 

"well goodmorning anna. Did you have a nice nap?" 

"sorry Mr. Grothwood, I didn't get to bed very early last night. I haven't been able to for a while. I am sorry can you please give me a pass, if I get another tardy my mother will -- " 

"yes" he interrupted, " but you have to make sure that you get your rest at home. Here, where is your next class? "

"Mrs.Brogless. Room 132, Thank you so much." I said in an embarrassed tone.

This was the 4th time this week that I had fallen asleep in class. and the 2nd in Mr. Grothwoods class. If this keeps happening he will find out. I wonder if he already suspects it. If he knows, or suspects, why doesn't he bring it up? Is he trying not to embarrass me? Does he not care? Is he trying to find a way to  tell me he knows? What if he thinks that she is right for doing it. Maybe he is just too shy to bring it up. I don't know, and honestly it is the least of my worries at the moment. This is not only the second time I had fallen asleep in Mr. Grothwoods, but the second time I will be late for Mrs. Brogless.

I stand up and walk towards him, pulling my sleeve over my hands. I take the pass and walk into the hall. Three girls are standing there. Now staring at me. I think of what to do. I begin to walk down the long narrow hallway. They start to laugh. I don't know what they are laughing at but I am sure it's me. I stop in front of room 131 and look at them through the corner of my eye so they wouldn't notice. then I pretend to get a drink. They just keep staring. laughing. Staring and laughing. How embarrassing? I begin to walk again until I reach Mrs. Brogless's room. I walk in with my head down trying not to be noticed. My plan doesn't work. She looks at me with her cold eyes, I feel them staring. Along with all the other kids in my class. The attention was completely on the small girl named Anastasia that walked into class. A hot sensation rose over me. My skin went from paper white to tomato red. I felt a drop of sweat streak down my forehead before being caught by my eyebrow. I looked up, then down again. I walked over to Mrs. Brogless. Disappointment flushed over her cold eyes. 

"Late again Anastasia. For the second time this week." She looked at me with mean eyes. It's amazing how much her eyes can change within a matter of minutes. 

" I am sorry, I have a pass." I walked closer and took the pass out of my pocket.

"whats the excuse this time?" 

"I had to speak with Mr. Grothwood about an assignment." I lied the very first lie that popped into my head. 

"I see. Well have a seat, I will have a talk with you after class." She remarked and went back to writing math equations on the board. 

I walked to my seat behind Henry. I had liked him for a while now. He was not really an outcast but he had a style that was unique. I liked it. Band tees and skinny jeans, black hair, Vans, and a Volcom jacket, occasionally you would see him in a Digimon or Pokémon belt . He made friends a lot better than me though for being a more unique character than the rest of the kids. He was what you would call middle class I guess. I think he likes me too but middle class and lower class do not mix. He looked at me as I walked past hiding behind my books and binder. I sat down and got out my notebook so I could take notes. If I didn't come home with notes mother would be mad. Henry looked at me again through the corner of his eye. He thought I didn't notice, but I did. I pretended not to see him and kept taking notes. He looked for a few minutes then looked at my wrist. I quickly pulled my sleeves over my hands. I hoped he didn't suspect, just like I hoped Mr. Grothwood didn't suspect. But he did. He turned around and ripped a piece of paper out of his binder and started writing on it. I tried to look at it over his shoulder to figure out what he was writing. It was a note.