The Girl They Never Noticed

Chapter 1

I was walking down a meadow, picking up every flower I found along the way. I didn't know why but I was very carefree and enjoying my time. What was weird, though, and clearly a first was that I was ...happy? Yes, happy and that was something that was missing from my life for so long.

The further down the meadow I went, the happier I got. I recall hearing a faint buzzing sound but I dismissed it when I came towards the end of that sunny, flowery meadow and I stood in shock of what was right in front of me. Before my eyes stood a disfigured replica of my beautiful, 3-storey mansion. I say replica because I was standing in front of the ruins of what my house once was.

Half of it was burned beyond recognition, and the other half was just a flow of wind away from crumbling to the ground. The previously beautiful garden where my mom grew her orchard blossoms is now gone, with nothing but a single blossom lying on the ground; unharmed.

I picked it up and suddenly the world around me started spinning. It was almost surreal because memories of my entire life were flashing before my eyes. My first birthday, the time we moved in to our mansion, my first doll set, the first time my dad taught me how to ride a bike, all the years of bullying in high school, and finally the image I had of our burnt house. All through those images I stood cemented to the ground; my mouth open in complete shock and my eyes filled with tears.

What's happening to me?

Am I dying?

Why am I seeing all this?

All those thoughts were put on hold as I took a few steps into the ground where my mom's tree once stood. Instead of finding it there like I hoped I would, I found two tombstones covered in tree branches and dying twigs. I don't know why but I was too scared to see whose names were engraved on them.

I had a gut feeling that one of them was mine, but who could the other one belong to? I hoped it wasn't anyone I knew or cared about because I don't know what would even happen to me if they're gone.

With those thoughts echoing through my mind I took a step forward and as if on cue, the twigs and branches dispersed and the names on the tombstones were revealed.

That was a blow that was sure to leave me traumatized for as long as I live, because the names on the tombstones weren't mine.

No.

They were for the only individuals who truly cared about me, who actually loved me, and if it wasn't for them I would've been in a permanent state of depression. The tombstones belonged to them; my parents.

I don't think I was taking the news lightly because there was a severe buzzing sound in my ears and I was sweating profusely. It was getting hard to breathe, my legs were giving out, and before I knew it I collapsed on the floor; a distraught mess.

The world around me was spinning and the buzzing continued to get louder and all my surroundings swiftly disappeared and I woke up from whatever that was; was it a nightmare or was it a dream? I couldn't tell, but something about it made me feel uneasy because I'm pretty sure that wasn't just any dream; it was more of a premonition.

I decided to let it go for now and got up to shut that annoying alarm clock and get ready for a whole new level of hell; high school.

Ever since my parents abruptly moved us from Toronto to Los Angeles, I was growing more fond of the idea of home-schooling.

Before I proceed with my never ending complaints, I should probably introduce myself because you might be wondering who on earth I am. I mean you just second-hand witnessed my nightmare so it's only fair that I introduce myself.