My Descriptive writing pieces

Invisible

I woke up as normal, 7:00am like I do everyday, but something felt different. I wasn't entirely sure about what was different but I could feel that something was off. I got out of bed, showered, did my eye make-up and dark red lipstick and headed for the door of my bedroom. But it felt different to yesterday, and the day before that.

When I picked up my schoolbag, my legs started to shake uncontrollably, which was strange as my bag was really light. In fact it was lighter than normal, It only had a folder and a pencil case in it. Not like a normal day where it feels like it's full of bricks and that my spine feels as though it's going to snap back like a deckchair. I took no notice and swung my red hoodie off the side of the radiator then proceeded to my daily routine. By the time it got to 8:20 I was already out the house and on the way to school, with my headphones playing full blast as an attempt to drown out the ear-piercing noise of unnecessary screaming from little school children, as well as the loud brakes of the bus when it stops every other time.

As I looked into the  graphite coloured sky, it was obvious that there was something wrong or that there was something bad about to happen. For the UK it's not unusual to have grey cloudy skies for more than two days in a row. But today, even the atmosphere and the air felt different. Normally when I walk past some of the younger children who I know in the lower school, they say 'hello' or acknowledge who I was. But this time, it was if I didn't exist. I didn't think much of it though as they are only school children who don't want to be embarrassed by saying hello to someone, because god forbid being nice to people every now and then. The way they looked scared me though, I looked at them and smiled but they looked back emotionless, as if there was no one standing or walking past at all.

I reached the school and took out my headphones as I'd need them for later and would prefer it if they weren't confiscated.  Tuesdays were always my worst days as walking too and from work feels like forever, to only come back to one proper lesson and an hour of sitting in the library where I should be doing something productive. Shocker, I'm not. As soon as she gave us the signal that we could leave, I started to walk home across the mud blanket on which we call a field. There was a path but it was super busy and I wanted to grab a drink on the way home. I thought someone had shouted my name so I looked behind me and saw that none of my footprints made a scar on the blanket. It wasn't that the field was drenched in rain and incredibly muddy, it was just the normal state of mud where weight of any kind would make an indentation to its surface. Once I arrived at the shop, I waited for a car to leave the car park, even though I thought they could see me waiting they continued to drive. As if I wasn't even there.

I got home and no one was home. I just assumed that my mum was still out and that my dad and brother had gone out somewhere locally, as the car was still there. I went up to my room and turned on the CD player whilst proceeding to get any work due in tomorrow completed in time for me to be able to get some sleep tonight. I rang my parents to see where they were, but all I heard was "hello? Hello? We can't hear you" even though I was practically on the verge of screaming. By this point I had had enough, it was like I was invisible or insignificant today. Not even my friends said hello or had a conversation with me, which made me ponder whether I had done anything to upset them. I had been sitting on my bed for hours and hours, waiting for someone to shout "Hello! I'm home!" but there was just silence. I got off and to my surprise there were no ripples in the bed sheets from where I was sitting. There's something seriously not right.

Then suddenly, I could start to feel my legs trembling out of control again. I went to touch them to make them stop, however they felt numb. How could that be, I can feel the shaking fine but not my own touch. Then I realised, I walked over to my full length mirror and about to take a picture, but my own reflection wasn't there. By this point I couldn't tell if this was a bad dream or not. It turned out to be the latter as I wouldn't have pen ink on my skin in the pattern I did it with if it was all a dream. Is this why no one talked to me? Because I was literally invisible and people weren't just ignoring me.

Am I dead? Am I a ghost? I can't ask anyone else but myself, but this strange experience has made me think, are there other people who walk around school but are invisible like me? I suppose I'll never really find out. But it's definitely something spiritual to consider. There maybe someone next to you right now and you won't even know it.