Invisible

Chapter 1

Dad got transfered about a year and a half ago. I thought moving away from my best friend in New York was bad enough, then I saw our new house. It was ther smallest house I had ever seen, and I lived in a trailer park. In the middle of the Canadian prairie, there was absolutely nothing to do but wander around the fields and talk to myself. To make things worse, I had to start the ninth grade all over again because I had to convert from the imperial system to the metric. The first day of school, I just wanted to stay hidden and keep to myself, but my teacher didn't know that.

"Class, this is Kathryn Winters, our new student. Be nice, and lets introduce ourselves." he turned to me. " I'm Mr. Craker. Now class, I'll say something interesting about myself, then I expect you to all do the same. I am the biology, maths, and english language arts teacher."

Great. What grade are we in? Kindergarden? I said to myself. A girl with bright blue eyes and bleach-blonde hair stood up. "I'm Addison Greene. I have lived in Alberta since I was seven, when I moved from England on business with my dad."

A guy with red hair and green eyes rose as Addison sat down. "I'm Joshua, but people call me Josh. I've been playing basketball since grade six and I've won five gold medals, four silver and one bronze."

Bragger, much? I thought. I couldn't really say much because I was the same the last year. One after the other, people stood up and recited their names and facts, as if they were used to it. If this teacher is always like this, I'm in for a long four years.

After all the commotion about my arrival and where I was from and why I was there, Mr. Craker finally told us all to take our seats so he could do the morning attendance. I thought it wasn't very nessesary, because we just went through everyone in the class saying they were 'here'.

First period couldn't have ended soon enough. Mr. Craker was nice, but a bit crazy. I knew lots of crazy people in New York, and this guy made number one of my top one hundred. As I was walking to second period class, Addison stopped me. "Hey, I just wanted to say welcome to Canada." She still had a slight British accent, but I guess it stood out to me more because I was used to the Baltimore talk.

"Thanks,"  I said, and started walking again, expecting Addison to leave. She didn't.

"You know, we're here for kind of the same reason. Both our dads were transfered from their jobs. Cool, right?" I nodded. "Well, I guess it's not cool that you had to leave your home and everything but it's cool that we're here for the same reason, that our dads were transferred."

"We went over that already," I told her, slightly amused by how talkative she was. I slowed my pace so we could walk side by side. "You remind me of my best friend, Shannon. He was always talking alot and I could never get him to shut up, even if you duct-taped his mouth."

"Sounds like you had some pretty great friends in New York, huh?" She smiled at me.

"Yeah, they were nice. Not as nice as you, though. You'll never see someone in New York just come up and say hi. Usually they're pretty rude." All Addison did was nod, as if she understood me. Who knew? Maybe she did. "Anyway, thanks again for just talking to me."

"Anytime. Wanna meet up at lunch in the cafeteria?" I smiled and nodded.