Chapter 1:
Am I invisible?
Or is the entire human race simply ignorant?
You know the saying 'Ignorance is bliss'? It's not...
I have been alive for seventeen years, three months and five days and I have a feeling that not one person knows I exist.
Who am I?
This is the question I've found myself asking more and more recently.
I just don't feel human.
No person experiences this total isolation from anything and everything.
Sure I do human things. I eat. I sleep. I attend high school. But I feel empty. It's as if I'm simply not here.
Don't go saying that it must be my fault. It's not. I try. God I try SO hard to fit in, to make friends, to make my parents love me...well. I tried. After failing so many times, I learnt my lesson.
You see, my parents are two of the best lawyers in the area. They have huge clients and spend all their time working on different cases. I'm lucky if I see one of them at dinner via the television.
They don't care about me.
I was their accident. Their one mistake that they will forever regret.
At this current point in time I am standing in front of my mirror surveying myself with a certain distaste.
"Well. Whoever you are, you'd better get off to school before you get a detention."
Grabbing my backpack, I slip it over my shoulder and hop downstairs quickly and through the living room where, oh joy of joys, my parents are.
"Hey mom, hey dad." I greet them with a hopeful smile at the thought that perhaps they would acknowledge me with a nod of their head instead of ignoring me.
Nothing.
Not a sound from either of them as they pour over their books.
Swallowing my tears, I force that smile back on my lips and continue out of the house to my bike.
A lot of people at my school got cars for their sixteenth birthday right? Because my parents love me so much, I got an orange and an IOU for a hug.
Chaining my bike up outside the main office building, I tug my bag on properly and sprint through the empty buildings to my first class. I am of course late. Biking does that to me.
Opening the door to my Art class, I slip in and go over to my seat.
We're sketching today.
I hate sketching. Paint is my thing.
Ms Sherlock, the art teacher, wanders over and hovers above my desk.
She's going to give me a detention. I can feel it.
Then she smiles, "You must be new here! Why don't you get up and tell us all who you are?"
That stupid woman. Anything! Anything else wouldn't have hurt so bad...
I feel numb as I stand up.
"All of you shut up! We have a new girl here! Go on honey." She smiles over at me.
I gaze around at the class I've been a part of since the beginning of the year and the teacher I've had three years in a row, "My name is Ava Jones." I whisper the words as I speak. The class is all gazing up at me expectantly. I recognize Darren Bennet and his sister Jules who were my best friends in primary school, staring at me with blank expressions. They don't remember me. They think I'm just a new girl.
"Tell us a bit about yourself." Ms Sherlock exclaims.
Lowering my gaze to the floor, I try to hold back tears as I am forced to continue on, "I like painting and I play the flute. My parents don't care about me and...and..." I trail off as my fists ball up in anger, "And I hate you all! All of you! You all SUCK!" I shriek as I grab my bag and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
Leaning against the wall, I slide down it until I'm sitting on the floor with tears streaming down my cheeks.
I hate my life.
I hate my life.
I chant those words inside my head.
People are so cruel.
What is the point in living a life where you are merely background noise?
I wish I could just end.
Give up...
I wish the floor would swallow me.
My parents wouldn't notice or care.
They'd probably have a party.
No one cares about me.
Why would they?
I'm a nobody. I am a loser with no friends and no family, who if someone sees, will be thought to have been an illusion...non existent.
Nobody cares...
And then I hear it for the first time.
That voice, that shining ray of hope.
"I care."
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Yes. So you can kind of guess from the title what's going to happen and who/what said those words to her at the end.
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~Brenna
