Marcia80
The name they'd forget was Jennifer.
She was a ghost in the hallway, a silence in the chatter, a face that blurred into the background of every group photo. The agony wasn't in the teasing, but the sheer, utter nothingness that followed her.
The silence around her name grew loud it became a scream in her own head. Then came the cold, glittering resolve. She didn't want any attention, she wanted to rip it from the anointed ones-the star athlete, the gifted artist, the effortless charming.
She wanted to stand in the blinding center of the spotlight. If they wouldn't look, she'd make them stare. If they wouldn't remember, she'd become unforgettable, and if she had to shove someone out of its beam and into the shadows to do it, so be it.