Invisible? I Think Not.

Invisible? I Think Not.

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So. Title wasn't catchy enough for ya? Guess I'll have to work on that. Or not. My name is Ausra Cleo Jackson. And This is my Story. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Miss. Jackson, can you join us back on earth now please?" My teacher Mr. Collins asked. Having snapped out of my day dream at the sound of his voice so close to my hear, I simply nodded, keeping my head down and my eyes staring at my pencil as if I had never seen one before. "Thank you so much. We are all so very Honored to have the attention of Miss. Jackson. Aren't we class?" He continued as he walked back to his desk. I held back the eye roll that I felt like doing at his sarcastic voice. I glanced over as I hearef the boy two seats down from me whisper to the guy beside him, "Who cares. I didn't even see her. She's an invisible loser." Looking back down to my desk, I glared at it hard, wishing I could stand up for myself. "Invisible?" I thought to myself with a huff. "I think not." @Copyright 2014 BottleOfCoke
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... that changes everything Sarah was starting her junior year of high school. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw a pretty average blonde haired, blue eyed, teenager. She was neither in the popular group, nor one of the many cliched outsiders. Sarah was a nobody. She liked to blend in and lay low. It was her way out of not only this town, but her house. No one knew it, but her father was a high functioning alcoholic that often took his anger out on his family. With her older sister now in college, it had turned to her more often. Laying low in general was a good strategy. Across town, Ryan was prepping for his final year in high school. While he wasn't the stereotypical quarterback of the football team, he did fit into the popular crowd. His sports of choice included basketball and soccer, either of which might line him up for a scholarship next year. Ryan had a group of close friends and a lot of adoring acquaintances. It wasn't easy juggling his athletics and keeping the grades up, but he was just that good. The supporting parents didn't hurt either. It might be a cliché romance, but it will be fun to see what the year and beyond holds. ------------------------------------------ This is a story I wrote years ago, or at least partially wrote. As I transcribe it here, I have tried to update it a bit and give the characters/story more depth than what I had when I was younger. Hopefully it all gets pulled together!

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