Invisible

I dropped my bag next to my chair in Mr. Jones' class. I was actually early. No one had reacted to my presence, as usual. I must've dreamed that Jack had talked to me. And that Alex had stared almost at me but somehow still at me.

Jesus Christ I am confused.

As the warning bell rang, more people came into the classroom. Along with Jack. I lifted my head up from my desk and searched for that Alex kid, but I didn't see him. I turned to the attractive skunk-haired boy sitting next to me.

"Where's that new Alex kid?"

"He to go to the office to get his schedule."

I gaped at Jack. Did he just respond to my question? It was only when I heard, "Oh okay," that I realized someone else had asked my exact question. I put my head back onto my arms as Mr. Jones continued roll call.

He never called "Thompson, Emma".

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Halfway through the class, Alex shuffled in. He looked absolutely terrified to be there. He glanced to Mr. Jones, the staring class, then glued his eyes to his feet. Mr. Jones turned back to the class from writing something on the whiteboard, opened his mouth as if he was about to speak, but then spotted Alex.

"And who might you be?"

Alex looked like he was about to shit himself.

"Uh, er, um... I-I.. I'm—"

Mr. Hard-Ass cut him off.

"Oh, fantastic. Another stupid stutterer. Learn to speak properly or get out of my classroom."

I silently fumed at my desk. I looked to my right and saw Jack was looking royally pissed as well. Why did Mr. Jones have to be such an asshole?

Alex visibly gulped.

"I-I-I-I..." He tried again, desperately trying to stop his stutter. "I-I-I'm Al-lex. A-Alex Ga-Gas-Gaskarth," he finally got out.

Mr. Jones rolled his eyes and spat out, "Go sit back there," pointing to the other side of Jack. Alex quickly shuffled over next to Jack as Mr. Jones turned to face the board again muttering something that sounded suspiciously like "stupid emo kids."

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I ran home once again. I wrenched open my door. I threw my back pack to the wall, knocking down a single picture frame and shattering it. I was so sick of being ignored! I screamed out loud. Then again. And again. I cried. I picked up my backpack and threw it again. I punched the wall. then three more times. My hand was bleeding. I picked up another picture frame. It was a cute picture of my mom and I. I was on a little pony and my mom was helping saddle me up. I felt tears spring to my eyes. I threw the picture down at my feet, feeling the glass cut into my exposed ankles. I didn't care.

I really wish that Jack had actually talked to me.

Maybe he had..

NO

Nobody talked to me.

Nobody knew me.

I might as well die.

Notes

Sorry this is kinda short. I wanted to cut it here. I was gonna continue, but I decided to just make the next part another chapter.

The next chapter will probably be about this length as well.

Then the next chapter will BLOW YOUR EFFING MINDS. (I hope)

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