Invisible

Writing... Or Something

You can't write anything down if no one will see it and care. Or can you? Nothing mattered anymore. No one cared about anything she did or said. Her mum and sister died months ago and no made one move to see if she was okay.

"Okay class. We'll be working this semester on poems. This paper that I am handing out now is the final for this semester and you will have to present in front of the class the poem that you have written and why this poem shows who you are as a person. Good poets are able to show who they are and make people feel just like they are feeling when they read the poem..." Mrs. Thomas kept droning on and I looked down at the assignment, blocking her out if my mind. I read what we were supposed to do and groaned on the inside. This is going to suck. I hate talking in front of people and I knew they would talk about me anyways. They always have. If only I could disappear now.

The bell rang and I was dreading passing time more than anything. Kids would always stare at me and not say anything at all. They knew my name but they wouldn't talk to me. I was the school loner and the person people couldn't, or wouldn't I never could tell, stand to be around me.

I was invisible.

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Okay so this is a really short chapter. I wrote this in five minutes at 2 in the morning. Hehe. I hope you like it.

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Althea Heatherly