After packing all day and helping my mom stay emotionally stable I decided I needed a break and air.

"Mom I'll be back i'm going to go for a walk really quick." I yell down the stairs to my mother.

"Okay sweetie." My mom mumbles back under her crying. My mother has been crying on and off for the past few weeks after finding out that my dad had been having an affair and decided he wanted a divorce. I got to say it is really hard on everyone, but out of all of is i think i'm the one taking it the worse. My mom decided she wanted to move and start a new. So we are packing up and leaving our cute little town In Arizona where everyone knows everyone to go to a place called Salem, Massachusetts to live with my grandmother. Which I did some research on and i am not at all happy about moving to a place like this. I finally decide after being gone from the house for an hour and a half to go back and check on my mom.

"Mom I'm home where are you?" I scream through the house in case she is in the basement and can't hear me.

"Welcome home sweetie, and why are you yelling?" She says in her kind and loving voice.

"Thanks and sorry just trying to make sure you would hear me." I say apologetic. My mom is a sweet heart who cares about everyone except herself. That's the reason I was so mad at my father for leaving her and told him if he wanted to talk to me he can text. The last words I said to him were I'm not your daughter so don't say I am. I'm the daughter of a father who cares deeply about his family and would never hurt them. You are not him so therefore I will not call you dad. He was upset but obviously he understood and he was happy with his whore and her three kids, because he didn't try to fix any of the issues. My father kept telling my mom he wanted kids which i didn't understand because he had me. My father always looked at me like I wasn't there and like I was invisible. I never understood it. The only people who looked at me like I was there. I sometimes think I'm not even human. then i think how would that make any sense when my mom and my grandma can see me. I don't know anymore I have just given up on trying to make friends because everyone ignores me.

"Casandra sweetie are you done packing?" My mother asks.

"Yes mom, all I have to pack is this old box." I reply rather bothered. I have had this box since before i can remember but i didn't have the key to open it. We don't even know where the key is and we have tried thousands of different keys. it doesn't bother me all that much that the box hasn't been opened. I guess the only reason i'm keeping it is to know what's inside.

"Okay sweetie meet me in the truck when your done."

"Okay Ma." I don't understand how my mom can just change her mood as quick as she does all the time, but I guess I'll never understand.

After I finished packing I brought it all outside and got into the truck. After all we have a 3-4 day drive ahead of us. So I decided for this to be my time to ask my mother questions about myself.

"Mom can I ask you something that has been bothering me for a long time?" I ask nervously

"Of course sweet heart anything." She replies in her rather sweet voice. I relized my mom had never talked with any type of tone in her voice it was always the same kind hearted voice she always used.

"Why is it that everyone treats me as if though I'm not there. I've noticed no one looks me in the eyes and everyone ignores what I say like i'm not even a human like I'm some kind of ghost?" My mom jumps at the sound of that word but I can't tell why. But she replies with the same answer any normal mother would give their kids.

"It's only because your different sweetie, Kids don't like different and that isn't your fault but your not a g-g-g-ghost because of it." Why did she have such a hard time saying that word? that doesn't make sense. But maybe I am a ghost I mean she can't say it. I never had a room. When my mom use to talk to me in Front of my dad he would ask who are you talking to. My mom is in therapy. It all would make sense.

"Mom if i'm not a ghost then why didn't dad ever notice me? why did he ask you who you were talking to when I was right there and you were talking to me?" I ask thinking finally i'll get an answer

"I'm not talking about this we will talk about this later!" My mom snaps at me. Weird I have never seen her get this upset about anything. but what would i know i am only 16 years old. weird though I haven't changed complexion since my accident. Last year I got into a car accident my little sister and I were in the back seat and my mom and dad were in the front seat. We collided with another car and my sister died. they said two people died that night so i guess someone in the other car died too. I felt so bad and i mourned over my little sister for 7 months non-stop. It didn't feel normal or right without my little 9 year old sister running around. But i guess that's when my dad stopped noticing me. We never heard from the other family we tried to send them nice cards for the death of their family member but they never thanked us or anything and thought we were crazy. But I guess that's what you get for an occurrence like that.