Why Me?

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I walk into school with my normal attitude. Stay away. The barrier of loneliness swirling around. I grip my  backpack as tight as I can. Turning my knuckles white I take a deep breathe. 'It's just another day, you'll get through it' a small voice reminded me. I loosened the grip of the backpack and my hand and started making my way to my locker.

I make my way through the busy crowd of highschool students, to get my first hour books. I opened my locker to have it slammed back in my face. I look to my left to see a barbie doll with an evil smirk, surrounded by her fellow groupie dolls.

"Whoops sorry Aubree, didn't see you there," she remarked. I just frown and ignored her like I always do, just like I do to every one else.

That is me. Aubree Mckaily or also know as the invisible woman. Most people call me that because I never say a single word at all to any one. Not even the teachers. When I get called on by a teacher though all I say is 'I don't know' or I shrug it off.

I am like this because I don't want to be hurt again like I once was. My parents died because of a drunk driver, while protecting me in the back seat. So now since I have no one. I don't trust anyone. Not my neighbors nor the teachers in my school. All I can remember is the blood and the blankness of the eyes that once greeted me with kindness.

I shake away the bad memories on the brink of a tear falling down my cheek. I whipe my eyes and opened my locker once more. I grab my books and head to my first hour class. Biology. The worst subject in the history of the world.

I turn my last corner until I hit something hard rock. I tumble backwards, but was caught by a strong grip on my fore arm. I look up and see a pair of emerald green eyes sparkling in amusment. I look down, not knowing who it is and balance myself with the ground.

Still looking down I mutter,"Thank you," and walk away. I head towards the biology class still feeling the tension of the grip on my arm. I walk into class and take my seat in the back corner next to the window. As I sit down I hear the door closing and class starting.

"Alright class time to get st-" The teacher was cut off by the opening of the door. A blonde haired boy walks into class with a smirk on his face and a play boy kind of facade. "Mr.Macballaster your late."

"Yes sir sorry," the boy said.

"Well Mr.Macballaster please sit by Ms.Mckaily."

That is when everyone started chuckling 'Who is that?' I roll my eyes and start to scribble in my notebook. I heard the desk move next to me, I'm guessing that the guy sat down on the since that chair is squeaky. I was tapped on the shoulder to meet the same pair of amused eyes that were once in the hallway. This boy had long blonde hair that made him look like Justin Beiber, a chisled jaw line, toned muscles but not like a steroid kind, and beautiful green eyes.

He held out his hand. " Hello, my name is Sam." I gave him my most confused look like everyone in class. "Oh c'mon don't tell me your chicken to shake a hand," he remarked. I that triggered my annoyance and my full-blown anger. I shook his damn muscular hand and turned to face the front of the room. At the corner of my eye I could see the smirk the pissed me off more.

Douchebag.

Is was after class. I was packing my books in my locker when I see someone standing there. I was waiting for my locker to be slammed. I waited for a little bit, but my locker never got slammed. I turned to see who it is. I was only the douchebag that stood before me. He smirked while I narrowed my eyes. I grabbed my books and slammed my door and headed a different direction. I heard him walk beside me.

"What do you want?" I muttered annoyingly.

"Oh looky here! She can speak," he gasped sarcastically. I kept walking with a blank face. "Ok ok, fine you got me," he raised his hands in defeat," I just wanted to know your name." I shook my head and stopped in fron of my classroom door.

"Have you ever heard of the invisible woman?" I questioned. He nodded. I smirked, "well you can just call me invisi or something, cause no one knows my name." I smiled fakely and walked into class without seeing his own reaction. What a job well done.

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The end of the school day. Time to go to my wonderful safe haven. Home. My home or apartment was the only place that I had to myself. No people to disturb. But, today was the only hell I will be experiencing. Someone is moving is moving next door. Bloody hell.

Good thing I can get home before the movers come. Even though I walk, I takes me about 10 minutes to get there. I unlock the door and walk into the small apartment. I take off my shoes and start the oven. I needed to make more bread for the cafe. I started to dough until. I heard the doorbell ring. It must be my new neighbors.

I open the door to see two parents in their 40s and none other than Sam Macballaster. Bloody hell. My eyes grow wide while he starts to chuckle. Within seconds I try to fake being friendly. Thank god drama class.

"Well, hello nice to meet you," I smile. I shake of their hands. They seemed like nice people because right after I shook their hands, the father gave me a huge basket full of fruits and candies. Oh sweet mama god I am going to get fat because of this.

We talked for a little after that and then they left. I closed the door and headed back to the oven and baked my bread. After the bread was done, I took a loaf and cut it into slices. I took two slices and made a sandwich. My amazing dinner for tonight.

After I have eaten, I changed and tucked into bed. I checked the clock and it was 9:34 at night. About four minutes later I hear constant thuds on the wall closest to my bed. I groaned and grabbed a peice of paper. I wrote, Please be quiet... And sent the peice of paper through a crack near my bed. I don't know how, but there has been this crack by my bed. I tested it and I could actually send papers through it.

The person next door must've noticed the peice of paper because the paper came back a hit me in the face. Bloody hell. I opened the paper.

Ohhhh, look at the pretty writing. Good job on being polite btw little ghost ;]

I rolled my eyes and wrote back.

Shut up Sam I'm trying to sleep.

It was mere seconds when I got a reply.

Ok good night..... Think of me in your dreams xoxo

That damn bastard. I crumpled up the paper and fell asleep.

Why is he annoying me so much?