Dark Blue

a collection of short stories

I walk through the corridors of people and pretend that I'm invisible, and it's almost like they're playing along or rather that they actually do think I'm invisible. I like it, in my head if I were the character in the movie I'd be sad that they didn't see me, but in my own mind I don't particularly mind, then again it shouldn't be that the whole school knows my mother just died and they don't seen to care, they never did anyway, so what does it matter.