Chapter One - Darius

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Everyone thinks I don't exist. The teachers notice me, but everyone else doesn't. It's been like this since I was little, so I'm used to it by now. And yet.. I still want someone to actually talk to me. I have this urge for just someone, anyone, to go up to me and say hello.

I used to believe no one talked to me because I look like a zombie all the time, with my dark circles under my eyes and messy hair. But after awhile, I realized it was just my personality AND appearance. I may look like a dead person, but I'm also nervous, awkward, and quiet. If a teacher actually calls on me, I stutter and speak quietly, so it rarely ever happens.

Being unnoticed can be a good thing at times. I can spy on people if I want, which works if someone I secretly hate is around. But that's the only real good thing, just looking at others from a distance without being noticed.

I never get any sleep because I'm a bit of a procrastinator. I have homework, but I forget to do it until the last minute, so I end up staying up till midnight studying. My dad wouldn't care less though, he rarely talks to me and never really tells me to go to bed or do chores. My life is quiet, even at home.

If someone actually talked to me, it would be a miracle. But I doubt that will ever happen.

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