*bring bring* There goes the bell for last block. Like I need a reminder for going to the hell hole I call home. Grabbing the books I need from my locker and starting my way out of the building. Weaving my way through body's and hallways you may wonder why I am not stoping that is because no one looks at me. I am invisible to everyone but my father and my mother. My name is Emily Dan and my life is a living hell. "If someone stood up in a crowd and razed his voice way out loud And razed his arm and shook his lag You notice him. If someone in the movie show yelled "fire in the second row! This whole place is a powder keg!" You'd notice him. And even without clickin' like a hen Everyone gets noticed now and then Unless of course that person it should be Invisible, inconsequential Me" ~Chicago Emily has low self esteem. Her mother loves her to death but lives in New York, and her mother once said "that it is not a place to rise children." So she lives with her father who tells her what a waste she is. She has no friends until the hottest guy in school knocks her glasses off and sees what she looks like behind them. Will she stop being invisible? Stand up to her father? And find love? Slow updates.