CHAPTER 1
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People usually discribe me as shy. That is, IF they know I exist.
And during attendance on the first day of 10th grade, I was feeling very see-through-ish.
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"Is there a Serenity Grace here?" The teacher called.
Suddenly, whispers errupted around the room. "Is there a new student?"...whisper...whisper..."Is she a transfer?"...whisper...whisper..."Do you know her? Neither do I"...whisper...whisper...
"Is Ms. Grace here?" The teacher asked, starting to get frantic.
"I'm here," I mumbled. The attention was not doing anything to boost my already low self confidence. I hate being the center of atention.
"Ms. Grace?" The teacher made one last effort.
"I'm here," I said a little louder. She must not have heard me, because she started to burst into tears.
"Why does this have to happen to me?" She wailed. I was wondering the same thing myself.
"I'M HERE," I yelled.
Which, I suppose, is about as loud as the average person's speaking voice.
Over the shouting of the class, my quiet voice wasn't heard.
I tried again.
This time, the girl sitting next to me heard me, and turning around, screamed accross the room, "SHE'S HERE!"
The teacher looked really relieved and started to wipe her face. She shot the girl a grateful look, before turning to me and saying, "Welcome."
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"So, I heard you had quite the morning today," Lara said as she plopped down at our lunch table.
"Yeah," I answered.
"It's all over the school! You certainly won't be invisble this year!" She gushed.
"Cool."
Apparently unimpressed with my lack of enthusiasim, my best friend sighed.
We had a weird friendship: she talked constantly, and I responded as little as I possibly could.
But, weird though it was, it worked.
I was never into friendship, so this was fine. She had someone who would listen to her, and I had a friend.
Seeing as I was super shy and didn't have many friends, I couldn't be picky in chosing friends.
"By the way, nice shirt," Lara said.
"Thanks," I answered, "I thought it was perfect for today."
"'When Life Gives You Lemons, Throw Them At People,' Huh?" She laughed.
"Yup."
"Well, I've go to make up a test, bye!" She cheerfully yelled behind her as she walked to the garbage can.
Another thing about me is that I always wear t-shirts with sayings on them. It's the way my personality shines through.
Despite these t-shirts, I am still invisible.
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The T-Shirt Rebel
Teen FictionSerenity has always been shy. No one notices her, people look through her. She has hidden her real self from the world. But Serenity has her own way of releasing her personality: t-shirts. Her t-shirts have rebellious phrases and funny statements on...