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Ongoing, First published Dec 26, 2014
No one knew who I was. No one noticed, nonetheless cared. That all changed one day. Christmas Eve, to be exact. It all started Halloween. I always knew in the back of my mind, yet why haven't I noticed? Why would I always drown the plead? Maybe if I asked for help. No one would answer, of course. I'm unnoticed, overlooked, hidden, the gum at the bottom of some rich, snotty girl's shoe. Nobody cares for the unknown. They all lie. But I won't dwell on the matter, for its about to change. They will wish they would have noticed the girl with the glasses alone on the wall. They all would have helped her with her dropped books, or commented on her awesome Batman T-Shirt. But she was just a shadow, not even blending in. Always forgotten. That's all gone now. They will pay. They deserve it. Maybe the "weird" girl isn't just all smarts. Maybe that's just one more thing overlooked about her. Things aren't always what they seem. You would think people would learn that by now.
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