Invisible

Remember

*Michael's P.O.V.*

I ate lunch with someone today. It was weird. I had someone in front of me actually wanting to talk to me. Me. It's so new, and awkward of course. I had forgot how nice was to sit with someone.

P.E. next period. Thank God I had that class with Luke. Luke and I walked to that class together, me ignoring the weird looks being passed my way. It was so common, I kind of just forgot about them to be honest.

Luke looked at me questioning why those people were giving me those looks. I just shrugged slightly, telling him that it was ok. He just gave me a questioning look but i just brushed it off and kept walking to class. He kept giving me a weird look.

I get those a lot.

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P.E. was terrible. Dirty. Sweaty. And just downright disgusting. The only thing good thing is that we got five extra minutes to just do nothing.

Luke ran up to me throwing his hands up to wave at me. I turned from instinct and immediately began looking for someone he could be waving to that wasn't me. But it was me...woah.

I chuckled at the way he acknowledged me. He was like a little kid. He bounded his way over towards me, "Man, do you know how many hot guys are in this class? Let me answer for you. A lot."

I took a look around me. Well, I guess they don't look too bad. I've never really payed attention before. Seeing them run around with slight sweat, grunting, and their muscles flexing every once in awhile made me feel different in a way.

I turned around to Luke while blushing a whole ton "Sure Luke." I whispered just quietly enough for only him to hear. There was a sudden shrill causing me to jump and start walking to my class. They really need to get less high pitched bells. I could hear Luke laughing behind me. I shoved him lightly "Oh, shut up," I glared "I get scared really easily". He just laughed more as he went to his class, leaving me alone to go to my seventh period. Math.

Calik. He's here. I forgot he was. Is his name even Calik? I don't know, but I have seen him around a lot. All I know is that he plays Football and he is apparently friends with Derek.

"Is there a 'Michael' here?" the teacher suddenly boomed out.

"That's me ma'am..." I raised my hand shyly. She raised an eyebrow towards my way but the went back to the call sheet. Did someone curse me when I was five? Because I swear this is my now fourth year in her class. What the hell. I scribbled down my notes with a slight frown on my face. What's wrong with me?

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It hit me like a ton of bricks by the time i arrived home. I sat on my bed when suddenly tears were running down my face and screams were being thrown from even the deepest part of my throat. Things from my room being shattered against the wall, and my chair having snapped and broken pieces. A new hole in my wall from colliding it with my fist.

Why me? Why did I have to be like this? Unknown, and unseen. Was I not good enough to be here? Was I even supposed to be here? I am pointless.

I let out more screams and letting my body rack with sobs, finally realizing how alone I was. I haven't even been partnered with someone since Kindergarten.For heaven's sake, why do I deserve this?

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The next day I went to school as if nothing happened. As if I didn't bleed every time I had balled up my hand. As if I didn't have glass cuts on various places of my body from shattering glass against my wall. It was fine. I acted as If i didn't have a side of me, the content side, drift away all through last night.