He sat there in a chair, in classroon 119. Tapping a pencile on the desk. He stared, it was like he was in a different world , a magical place that only excistsed in his mind. Nandine tapped him on the shoulder twice, and no reply. His mind went completley blank, then he came back to reality. His name is Alapati otherwise known as Pati. He's like my best friend, he's kind and caring, and he's sporty.
He's the only one in my class besides Jessie that is real and he actually cares, the rest of the barely talk to me, some are fake, some are kind, and some are cool, but not all of them are my friends. They act like they like me but in reality not many of them do. To some of my classmates I'm invisible, I don't excist. I'm like Pati's imaginary world that he goes to when he's staring into space, I'm an illusion.
Blink once
Blink twice
I disapear like a ghost, I run through walls and I appear and disapear faster than you can say spaghetti, for I am not seen by those that don't care. To them I'm a ghost, I'm invisible, I don't have a REP so I am not important.
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Short Stories
Short StoryThis book has random short stories in it that I wrote I hope you enjoy.