"Move it Invisible.'' a blonde yelled over the sounds of the hall. Then she was behind me and shoved me into a locker. She slammed the locker and walked off laughing.
''Hello.... is anyone going to let me out......HELLOOOOOO?'' I shout throught the slits in the tiny locker. The locker is about the size of a freshman. I'm not meaning the tiny ones. What I mean are the tall people that can hardly jump to dunk a ball.
I put my head up on the door and crouched unconfortably. I started to feel hot tears roll down my cheek. I quickly wiped them away and waited. I heard the bell ring to get out of class. I stood up waiting for the person to get something out of the locker I was jammed into.
"What the hell?" Someone asked, opening the locker. I got put in the locker belonging to Danny King, the school's number one jock.
I got out and ran down the hall, hearing him run after me.
"Hey, slow down! Why were you in my locker?" He shouted. I tried to run faster, but I tripped over my own foot. I landed on the marble floor with a big BOOM.
"Are you okay?" He asked, helping me up. I nodded and picked up my back pack. I turned to walk away, but he stopped me and walked infront of me.
"Why were you in my locker?" He asked.
"Some cheerleader stuffed me in there." I said, looking at my feet.
"Which one?" He asked.
"I don't know. Amber I think. Just leave me alone. I'm the person you don't want to talk to." I said, pushing past him.
"What do you mean?" He asked, stopping me again.
"You're a jock. You're super popular and everybody loves you. I'm an Inisible. The person who is targeted by the cheerleaders or jocks." I said. He looked at me confused.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He asked. I sighed and slid down the wall.
"What I'm talking about is you shouldn't be talking to Invisibles. Nobody talks to us unless it's an insult." I explained. He sat down next to me.
"What the hell is the whole grouping thing in school?" He asked.
"Well, you have jocks and cheerleaders at the top. Then you have the Worshipers, people who follow you around, worshiping the groud you jocks and cheerleaders walk on. There's the Rejects or people who get in trouble in class or emos. At the very bottom is my group, the Invisibles. It's the group who nobody remembers when they grow up. The group thatget picked on because nobody messes with the Rejects unless you want to get hurt." I said.
"Why didn't I know about the whole grouping thing?" He asked. I shrugged.
"The cheerleaders and other jocks came up with it. I thought you knew." I said. He shook his head and stood up. He helped me up and handed me my bag.
YOU ARE READING
Invisibles
AdventureAll Nicole wanted was the populars to treat them like people. Then everything changes in a flash.
