Conspicuously Invisible

Second Chapter

Father

I put on some black cap and took the video as I danced making sure my face won't be seen. I can whip, do back flips and sone other stuffs ay dancing. Hip-hop is one of my genre. I watched the video clearly and no signs of me at all and upload it saying,

Let's dance!
#seeingmedance
#firsttime

And upload it on musical.ly as I heard pops. I read some comments and feedbacks catches my attention.

MuserUser: @MissInvisible who is not invisible, who are you?

Mjaaay: @MissInvisible, Is there a chance that we'll know the real you?

Whipper: Hard whip @MissInvisible!

As I replied,

@MuserUser, of course I'm not invisible, and the real me is. . .

@Mjaay, a hundred percent dear.

@Whipper, that's my hardest. XD.

And by my first reply on that girl MuserUser, people kept commenting 'And the real me is?' , 'Who?' , 'Cliff hanger!!' and others. I even got into the news saying that who is really that girl? Who is really miss invisible? Cliché but true.

Time for Instagram. I wore a black large hat or whatever they call it that will cover my whole face and a black dress like I would go to a funeral or something and took a picture of it. I love messing with people sometimes.

Going to a funeral.

Even though that I really wouldn't go to a funeral. Why would I post something that I know that someone will found out the real me? And comments, likes, shares popped in.

@missinvisiblefanpage: lets go to funerals!

@prettygal: Going to a ramp or something? Gosh, I want those curves! I'm lovin it!

@miss.invisible.rocks: People, go to funerals! Move, move, move!

Many people replied and I'm one of them.

@miss.invisible.rocks, Sir yes, sir! (^-^)\

As few people go with the flow. I don't know why people comments other stuffs instead of 'condolence' if I'm going to a funeral. I also tweeted and post something on Facebook and received a phone call from mom.

"Hey mom?"

"Just take it Amelia! Don't be stubborn–Shut up! You don't have the right to command me because I'm not your wife anymore!"

Did mom just called me to hear them arguing?

"So?" I said not giving a damn. I won't ever do enter on their stupid argument or else I'll be a dead meat again.

"Honey can you fetch me here at the usual–I mean at the café near the park?–You still haven't moved on—"

I cut them off. "Be there." I said as I hung up. Dad is still cocky as ever. I mean, when did he not tried to act all cocky on mom?

I slipped on my gray skinny jeans and put some white tee shirts on. I pulled my hair in a bun, more like messy bun, put some sneakers on f glasses with no grades, and put on my earphones in, connect them on my iPod and listen to music as I made my way to the garage.

I opened the garage as the first thing is see is my beloved car. I entered and get inside my car as I placed it and close the garage then head to the café that me, mom and dad were used to be spending some times  because it's near at the park. How did I know? Mom slipped off. Instead of getting angry at dad, she got sad and said that she missed the 'us' in them and keeps telling me where we were used to bond there, do this and some other stuffs.

I were about to pull off near the park instead of  the café when I familiarized a black car. So instead of parking there, I decided to let go and just park near the café. I'm not really ready to face my dad again. I feel, awkward. I mean, who wouldn't? Me and my dad has no closure, not even just as a father-daughter closure. But I know that the time will just come for me to know him more. His my dad. I need a dad. Who doesn't?

So I get out if the car as my eyes met my dad's. He were about to go near me to hug me when mom stopped him. Mom, will you just let dad hug me? I wanna tell her that. But she's the victim. Everytime I see dad, I keep wishing that things were all good. That I have a dad. That we at least should be like some other normal families out there. That things were all right.

"Don't ever go near her." Mom said her back facing me.

"She's my daughter too, she's not just yours. Savanna's my daughter too and don't be so selfi—" dad was cut off by mom.

"I'm gonna take risks just not to let you touch my daughter that I raised all alone. You are just our bank, Steve!" She said pointing at dad.

"Can you guys shut up?" A waitress snapped as dad looked at her giving her a deadly glare as she noticed that the man in the suit that she just snapped into was no other than Steven De Rossi. A guy that is my dad and is a famous successful and rich business man.

"Amanda, just go and take Bubbles to a walk at the park." She said giving a leash to me. "She's at the pet shop." She said as I get out of there and get inside the pet shop.

"Excuse me, where's Bubbles?" I asked as he studied my face.

"You look like Steven De Rossi and mixed by Amelia, hon." He said honestly. He's the old man that mom talks with sometimes.

"Because they are my parents. By the way, thanks." I said as I take Bubbles for a walk at the park. Bubbles is a Bichon Frise dog and is very cute! While I have an Alaskan Malamute dog named Hero.

Many people told me that. When mom told me to get the laundry that she left at the shop and some other stuffs. They kept telling me I look like them even though it's so obvious. Sometimes strangers calls me Snowhite.

I got my black, shiny, wavy and smooth hair on my dad. And yes, it's really very black. I got my pale white skin on mom. And a perfect lips on dad and as red as mom. Well, if licked or gets wet. And I have these silvery eyes by dad and the lashes also. I can say that they both have the same nose, can I? It's not too large and too small but its perfect. It's not also so sharp. And I got the brows on my mom too. Physically saying, I looked like the both of them and its a pretty good mix. But all I really need are parents containing a mother and a father.

And I've noticed, I've gone so far on sharing, did I? Yes, this is me. I also go far on things and sometimes, almost forgot what I'm doing.

Crap.

"Bubbles? Come here girl." I whistled waiting for a small dog to come near me but crap, no one. Nothing.

"Bullshit." I swore. "Bubbles?"  I saw a dog that's as white as Bubbles that really looks like Bubbles. it come near me as I sat Indian style. It's fine anyways, it's grass and not muddy.

I carried it and touched it's fur. I swear, this creature is veeeery cute! But I noticed, when did this cute creature went big?

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When did it came big, Amanda Savanna Villa Rosa?

The Savanna's from his dad and the Amanda's from her mom if someone's curious out there.

Well, if I have a reader. Thanks for reading! If there's one. Don't forget to vote!

- Pau

xoxo