Don't Let Go

Forgotten

Wren

        I looked in the mirror and I saw a girl. Someone I didn't recognize. Her face is blank, Her hair flowing down her shoulders instead of it being away from her face. She looked dull, boring, not noticable. Her dull green eyes stared back at me. Then I blinked and remembered that, that girl, is me. The once bright eyes filled with hope are now dull, dark, with all that hope lost. I walked out of the bathroom and headed to school.

         Everything was different. No-one looked at me. The morning chatter filled the halls as I eased my way around the people I grew up with. It was strange. The only looks I got were sympathetic. They knew. I shook my head and continued walking. I shuffled towards my locker, noticing the girls crowded around it.

"Um. Excuse me." I said in a monotoned voice. No one heard me.
I tapped one of them on the shoulder. She let a high-pitched squeal. I winced.
"Oh my gosh! You scared me! I didn't even know you were there! Who are you again?" The brunette said in a high-pitched tone, her mousy curls bouncing when she moved her head. I ignored her question and looked at the other girls and saw one of them, Mia, my childhood friend that left me for the popular girls. She looked at me with fake sympathy, like all the others.
"Can you please move to the side? You are standing directly in front of my locker." I asked with a shred of annoyance in my voice.
"Oh, sure." One of the other girls said, she had deep Scarlet hair with bright blue eyes. I remember her from earlier years.
        The girls shifted and I opened my locker. No-one really hates me. They just pretend to like me. Some people call me names behind my back. Things like, freak, bookworm, nerd, loner. But it doesn't bother me, because in some cases, yes, I am a freak. I read alot of books, so yes, I am a bookworm. I'm pretty smart and I know alot about certain things, like computers and such. So yes I am a nerd. I don't have any specific friends and I tend to be alone most of the time so I'm a loner as well.
Those aren't insults in my case. Because it's true. So I don't take offense to it.

I'm used to it.
     
         Even though it's only been a few weeks since people started saying those things, I'm already used to it. People did recognize me, but they just kinda forgot. Forgot who I used to be. Forgot what I used to be, and forgot who I used to be with. I'm a lost shard of glass from a broken mirror. I was Forgotten.

Hey Guys! I really hope you enjoyed this chapter! Like I said this is one of my first stories, so don't judge. Please leave a review, and some constructive criticism I want to improve my writing skills for you guys! Anyways, again I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I will try to update as soon as possible! See you next time!

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