Obviously Unseen

CHAPTER 1

About the Author:

Hello, my name is Brigid. I'm 18 and I live in California. This story was originally a play that I wrote for my English 4 class, and is based on my life. Any and all comments are welcome, I appreciate all feedback(even if it's bad). Also, if you have any suggestions please feel free to let me know.  :)

Hello, I guess I am the co-author. I am the main author's step-sister. My name is Madison and I am 12 years old. I also live in Cali. Enjoy!(:

Copyright:

This book is entirely created by me, so please don't steal it! I might make refrences in this book, I will list at least the author/musician and the title of the story/book/song at the end of the book. Thank you!

CHAPTER 1 - OBVIOUSLY UNSEEN - SKYLAR

I think I love him. "But you can't." my annoying subconscious chimes in.

I do though, I try to argue with her. Who am I kidding?, this won't work. I'm arguing with myself again.

I'm pretty sure I need help. I'm constantly seated on this roller-coaster and I can not get off. Jace's voice brings me back to reality,

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just thinking."

"About what?"

Oh, I don't know. Maybe that i'm falling hard for you and I don't know how to get rid of my feelings.

"Just everything."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." I said a little too sternly. His facial features changed from worried to hurt.

I sighed, "I'm sorry."

"Did you do anything wrong?", he asked.

"No."

"Then why are you apologizing?"

"Honestly, I do not know."

SKYLAR'S  POV

Why me?

I keep asking myself this, but I just don't know the answer.

Why do I have to be the one that no one likes?

Why am I not as pretty as my sister?

Why is she the perfect one?

Why am I always alone even when I'm in a room full of people?

Sometimes I wish I knew the answer, other times I wish I didn't.

Let me introduce myself, my name is Jessica. You can call me Jessie.

In case you couldn't tell, I'm not the most cheerful person in the world. But hey, I could be worse.

I'm sitting alone in a park, and not just sitting alone in park, but sitting alone in a park under a dead tree.

This very tree describes my exact feelings.

It appears to be alive on the outside, but on the inside, that part that no one sees, it is dead.

I don't know why I feel the way I do, I'm lonely, but when I'm around people, even my family, all I do is put my headphones on and turn up my music.

It's like I want to be lonely, which I guess I kind of do, people suck and I just hate dealing with them.

There isn't anyone in this park. Maybe that is why I like it so much.

It's lonely. It's abandoned. It's like me in a way.

Although this park is pretty glum and lacking beauty, if you look closely there is life throughout it, and that is what makes it so beautiful to me.

I come here everyday and just think. I could navigate this park with my eyes closed, no problem.

Honestly, I think the reason I'm so lonely is because of my ex- boyfriend.

We were together for a year, I wasn't able to see him much because I live in California, he lives in Arizona.

Let me tell you myself. Long distance is an asshole.

For our one year anniversary we went to a Wreckers concert, they're good, but I would have preferred a nice dinner for our one year anniversary.

About a week after our anniversary he broke up with me, he used the ever so famous 'It's not you, it's me', I mean who the fuck does that?!

He also used the 'I will always love you".

He will always love me, my ass. The next day he got together with my sister.

I swear to god if I ever see him again all hell will break loose.

I look above my head and notice that a single star has appeared in the sky.

A poem by Bre Pantoja crosses my mind, and before I know it I am rehearsing the simple poem out loud.

"That One Star is Not Me

Laying down in the grass looking 

At the sky I see a bright 

Little star just stareing at at me 

I try to look away from 

This little star but I just can't 

That One Star is Not Me 

I just don't see why I am 

Still in this world if no one 

Really cares about me 

Everybody looks at the stars 

For answers and they get 

Their questions answered 

They all become stars 

Just not me 

That One Star is Not Me 

Why is it when I ask 

The stars for an answer 

To my questions I 

Get nothing 

I know why because 

I am not a star like 

Everyone else 

That One Star is Not Me"

I like poetry, okay?

Poems can be interpreted in many ways. Maybe that is why I like them so much.

So much meaning in five words.

So much meaning in five words.

So much meaning in five words.