Chapter 1

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Hi, I'm Jessica Morgan. I'm not like any other teen. I can't go to malls shops or, when I grow up, weddings.
      I hate my life and I would trade it with anyone. Anyone in the world. As long as I don't have my life.
          Of course I'd never ever considered suicide, I'm not that type of person. I just can't live my life in my tiny little attic.
         My parents try their hardest to help me understand why I can't be seen, but they've never really told me.
    When I grow up, I wanna have a normal life. I wanna go places, and see things, and hang out with friends.
    I want to have boyfriends and marry someone someday, but I don't know if that's possible for me.
I will find out why I can't be seen, but not today, bit tomorrow.
       Now, I just have to bear with myself.
"Mom, can I have another serving?" I asked.
      "Yes, sweetheart." Mom said back.
Of course I have a phone so I know what goes on to "normal people", but people would consider me "lucky" or "a spoiled brat" because I get to eat in my room.
       I can tell my mom feels bad for me because I have a tv, phone, computer, iPod, iPad, and even my own wifi in my room.
   She can go really overboard on Christmas.
        "Do you want more bread too?" Mom asked.
    "Uh, yea sure." I replied
         Mom sighed and said," what's the matter honey?"
    "Uh- nothing, mom." I said quickly.
        "Well if you would like to share with me, I'm right here." She said.
     "Mhmm." I nodded and looked down at my feet.
   "Ok! I'll be up in a minute." Mom perkily said.
          See, I told you mom could feel bad for me. Can't she just understand that I want to be left alone?
     I went upstairs and got on my phone. I got a text message from a number I didn't know.

Unknown: Meet me at Lake Hordon at 5:00.

Me: I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong number.

Unknown: No, I have the right number.

Me: Who is this?

Unknown: My name is Jake. I'm going to help you.

Me: What? Help me with what?

Jake: I'm going to help you get noticed.

Me: Um, Jake I think it is, but I don't know who you are and I don't know exactly how you know me and me personal info, but I'm not meeting you anywhere.

Jake: Your friend Mellisia that you met a few years ago, when you could go places, told me that I could help you. I've been one of the unknown before.

Me: Seriously?

Jake: Yes, I can seriously help you.

Me: How will I sneak out?

Jake: Do it carefully and make sure your parents are gone.

Me: Can I trust you?

Jake: Yes, you can.

Me: Ok. See you at five.

    I turned off my phone and let out a long sigh. I didn't know if I can trust this guy, but I was going to do it.
         "I can do this." I said to myself.
I took a quick cat nap and made sure my parents were gone.
        The lake was right behind my house, so I was fine.
    I got to the lake and I saw a guys figure. It was Jake. He turned around and I saw his face.
          Ok! He had the looks! Omg!
He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes and I was gong to melt when he looked at me.
              "Jessica? I believe it is." He said in the most handsome deep voice he could. He took my hand and helped my down. It was like I've met him before.
         "Yes, yes it is." I said with a smile.

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