Invisible To Others
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Fri, Sep 1, 2017
I only had my four friends....Rebecca, Stacey, Abby, and Zoey. My dad went to jail a few months ago and my mother passed away when I was 13 years old. Ever since then I lived with my Aunt Tanya. I don't understand why...but people see right through me, like a spirit forgotten by its own family. Nobody ever notices me at school...I guess I'm just a plain 17 year old that's invisible.
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Warning: A little bit of bad language but not too much.
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