The Invisible

A Very Unhappy Birthday

October 1st, the big 16!!

Legal to buy scratch cards as everyone says...but for me turning 16 was just another year I've 'survived'. A little family party was arranged, I got several presents which consisted of socks, pyjamas, a cute outfit and a new book and also lots of cards and some money and gift vouchers for my favourite place ever Waterstones. I guess that says a lot about me! Yes, I am a bookworm. Since I was 12 years old I've been dreaming of this day, I wanted a huge party and i could of invited all my friends we'd dance and sing till the sun came up but I guess that never really happened as i said I've been left with no one feeling invisible. It's been two months since school started back and I've not even told my mum that I walk the corridors alone and I have no friends! Dodging and swerving through the groups and cliques of the school trying to find my own place.

Anyways back to my 16th dinner I suppose. It was meant to be a surprise but my annoying brother likes to spoil things...a thing about my brother he's 12 years old and likes to ruin everything and I mean everything! Off to Pizza Hut for my dinner with the family, it's been my favourite place to eat out since I was 7 years old only because of the ice cream factory which you could create your own ice creams but this time I was there my Nana could tell that something was wrong with me but of course like any other girl who has a lonely life at school I just said 'I'm fine' and nothing more was ever said about the matter.

By 8.00pm I'd eaten a whole pizza and was currently watching my 7 year old cousin get ice cream all over her face. Her name was Lauren and she looked up to me, I was her idol...I don't know why though if she knew what went on at school she would be on everyone else's side but she was on mines or so it seemed and I liked it. After Lauren had stuffed her face...literally...with ice cream we all said our goodbyes and off I went back to my home where I could shut myself in my room. My cave. The place that I could be alone and no one could judge me.

I get my pyjamas on and clamber into my bed. Tomorrow I'll wake up and it will be the same routine. Wake up, school, survive, keep head down, lunch, nearly there, go home and just sit in my room.

Or will it?