Invisible

Invisibility {1}

Invisibilty {1}

A super power, a curse, a safety net.

The idea of "invisibilty" is extremely fluxuating.

imagine if you could become completely invisible with the snap of your fingers. one minute youre there, and in the next you appear to disappear. You could pull pranks, cheat on tests, confuse your enemies. how cool would that be?

Sometimes, its a quite different story. Sometimes, no matter how desperately you want to be seen, you just can't "reappear". You're stuck being invisible, alone, and sad.

But you see, neither of these apply to me. my hypothetical invisibility keeps me safe. It protects me from getting too involved with people, and therefore from the inevitable event of me getting hurt. Its better this way.

"BEEP. BEEP." Its the first day of my junior year in high school, and i couldnt be less excited to go back. Large groups of people make me nervous.

I throw on my usual baggy pants and loose sweatshirt. I don't dress up to go to school, because if I did then people would notice me. I can't take that risk anymore.

I pull my hair back in a messy ponytail and look in the mirror. Average, almond-shaped dark brown eyes stare, unblinking, back at me. They glance at my shoulder-length, wavy brown hair and travel down my chubby face to my bulging chest, round stomach, and thick legs. I look away, blinking away tears. I disgust myself.

I trudge through the kitchen. My mom sits at the table watching TV. "Bye," I call back to her, pushing through the door. 

I dont have to look back to know she didnt even look up to acknowledge me.

I look at my watch and my eyes widen. Holy shit, I'm going to be late to the bus stop. I rush over to the bus stop just as the bus is pulling away.

I drop my bag and yell, "Hey!  Wait up!"

Arms flailing, I chase after the bus, but its not use. I'm not in any type of shape to reach that bus in time.

I grab my bag and start the long walk to school. 

I keep my head down as I walk through the doors. People chatter loudly around me, but I easily tune them out.

I look at my new schedule. First period: Math with Mr. Leibowitz.

I groan quietly and stumble into the class. What a great way to start the day. Math of all classes.

I sit in a seat in the very back just as the bell rings.

A tall, handsome boy stands at the front of the classroom talking to the teacher. With his dark brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes, I can see why the girls are practically swooning. He winks at a group of giggly girls to my right. Cocky much?

Mr. Leibowitz directs his attention to the class. "Hey! Everybody! Settle down! We have a new student at Franklin High. This is Derek."

He smirks strutting down the rows to sit in the seat directly next to me.

Out of the corner of my eye I see him stretch his hand out towards me with a charming smile. "I'm Derek."

I ignore him completely, keeping my eyes fixed on the board at the front of the class.

In my peripheral vision I can see him deep in thought, staring confusedly at me. I feel my face turning red, and I quickly pull my hoodie up over my head. Can't draw attention to ourselves now can we.