Have you ever noticed walking down the hallways of your school that figure you bump into but you can never add a face to? That one stray person that sits at the back of your classroom and you only ever know they exists when the teacher calls the roll or when they are called upon? Or that lonely invisible soul that keeps their head down, eyes averted and a soft tentative speech of words when addressed, and always has a shy blush?

It’s amazing how at the end of the day those loners are instantly labelled as the freaks, the misfits, the emo or even as farfetched as the kid that lives an awful life. It’s funny how no one actually sees them as a real person, with a real and normal life. It seems these days if you aren’t a social butterfly striving for attention even in the most immoral ways possible you’re instantly deemed to have some awful background story.

Well I hate to break the ice, but at the end of the day those people are called gossip central, and those people are full of what I liked to call utter bull shit.

That loner in the back of your class? That person you bump but you just think as a figment of your imagination? That person that you never noticed until graduation day?

That’s me.

I don't have bad experiences at home, at school. I don't live a life of darkness and despair. I live an actually very bright and vibrant life; I live around those I love, my exuberant best friend Kate and my parents. My life is simple, happy and normal. However at the end of the day when I feel eyes on me I keep my head down, I'm naturally shy and I'm adamant to never be the likes of the rest of those in my school who’ll do whatever needed to be to gain the attention and acceptance of those around us.

I believe solely that for those that are worthy, a true friend or even someone that truly love me....I believe they will see me hidden at the back of the classroom and will come sit beside me, I believe they’ll feel and see me when I'm bumped over and stop to help me up. I believe with the helpless romantic within me that when I look at my graduation photos, when I look at my phone I'll see their name. Because to them I'm never invisible.

All I have to be is myself, even if what I am is invisible my prince charming will come, my happily ever after and everything else will still come.

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You could imagine my glee than when Monday morning my day went by fairly well. I mean I didn’t miss the bus (but I did miss breakfast so I didn’t miss the bus), I got a great seat on the bus; right up in the back corner so I could sit quietly at peace with my iPod. Before roll call I found my best friend and only friend Kate in a happy mood, which I must say is a plus; she isn’t a morning person.

There we sat talking, or should I say Kate sat there talking? Kate after all loved to talk, I think that’s why we worked so well, she loved to talk and I just loved to sit and listen. So I just sat and listened like a best friend should do. She recalled in utter excitement the holiday house her family bought; my excitement didn’t mirror hers until she mentioned the history behind the place and also my involvement during the next holidays. After all I was a history junkie, especially if it had a happily ever after tied to the ending of it.

“We are going to have so much fun!” she exclaimed leaving me smiling as I walked into roll call for A to K, year eleven.

First period of English went well as I had hoped; sitting up the back; invisible. Science was the same; invisible.

At recess Kate and I sat in discussion as we recalled last night’s episode of ‘Gossip Girl’. After years of me gushing over Penn Badgely and Kate over Chace Crawford we finally hitched our heavy bags over our shoulders and I headed off to Geography whilst Kate made her way to Science.

Geography went by quickly as we sat in the dark room watching a documentary on the aid us Australians are giving the developing countries. One of their main examples were Africa and its wide spread of AIDs and HIV for many years now. Resulting in me to become upset and shocked, especially once I saw children running around all skin and bones with the disease, with a time limit.

Grateful the bell went leaving me to escape quickly before the tears could escape, I made my dash. Now I can honestly admit I am a wimp, I am also someone that is labeled as the ‘nice girl’ in the school yard, the town and probably outside this town too. I was a person to be touched and wanting to naturally help someone, even if they were strangers or my worst enemy. Hence my reaction to the anonymous people of Africa.

Sliding into my chair in History I sat down and took a deep breath in attempt to calm “God I am a wimp.” I muttered to myself lowly in disgust at my easy weakness, I was just a truly sensetive person and no matter how many times I tried to be anything else I'd come crumbling back down apologizing non stop.

Kate sat down beside me in time to hear my remark, she smiled sympathetically “You have a big heart.” Was all she said.

I was calm once I took out my history books. History was my favorite subject, something I was good at and it was even better since Kate shared it with me. After all it was our only subject together, maybe that's why I was more so known as a loner, because without Kate in my classes that left only room for Casper.

Our history class had been moved up to one of the computer rooms and we were sharing it with a year twelve study class. On queue that entire class watched as we all filed in, the girls loving the attention as they talked and giggled loudly, all except me. I just looked down and walked behind everyone else where I was safe.

Quietly we began our work researching for some background information on our own individual study on an event for our next assessment, it was our own choosing and in all honesty I couldn't be more excited. I was getting sick of always looking at the political side of history, I wanted something real, I wanted betrayal, scandles, lust, revenge, I wanted something juicy to study. 

It wasn’t until half way through the class did people start chatting in whispers, the two teachers in the room the first ones to actually break the stiff silence.“So” Kate began leaning over, taking her only chance to talk to me before lunch “What was it?” she asked referring to my comment about me being a wimp.

I smiled weakly, a silent way of reassuring her that I was over it “Just a documentary on African countries full of poverty and AIDS.” She nodded lost in thought than slowly turned back to the computer screen, sending me one last understanding glance.

I sighed as I spun on my swivel chair to lean down to get a book out of my backpack on the floor, with my hair hiding my face I didn’t notice it by sight. As weird as it may sound it was more feeling, I had the feeling eyes were on me, burning a hole in my back with such intensity it was as if I could actually feel their body heat. I looked up before thinking to meet someone else’s gaze; Gavin Bickim’s eyes to be exact. Before I looked down I had enough time to realize the smile on his lips and the dizziest eyes possible.

Looking down quickly I pulled the hair behind my ear blushing with no breath in me. A nudge in the ribs got me kick started again “Thanks.” I said breathlessly.

Kate raised her brow; obviously she hadn’t nudged me because she noticed the lack of oxygen in me, I just shook my head looking over at her computer screen “What’s up?” I asked in attempt of a distraction. When she opened her mouth and began to babble away I couldn’t help but smile faintly to myself, wish granted.

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Sitting in the sun on the grass Kate laughed as she skimmed around on her phone of ‘Facebook’ and began to quote to me about some scandle of a comment made last night. It was pretty crazy though, her phone having multiple gadgets, touch screen, net, I mean what was technology going to do next? It was hard to keep up without going broke or going mental with information overload.

Smiling at Kate’s laughter I excused myself and made my way over to the toilets. Walking through the school quad where the toilets were I kept my head down. It isn’t because the people talked behind my back and bullied me; well not what I know of. I was no talk of the school because I kept invisible, it’s just I’m naturally a shy person so I avoid others I don’t share contact with, especially the ‘it’ clan. At the end of the day I was wary of some groups and their intentions, my view was if they truly wanted a friendship with me they'd work for it and earn it, starting with actually noticing me.

Reaching the toilets free of trouble I felt relieved, I mean it took until fourth class until someone noticed me; I mean everything was going my way today, maybe I could make a new record?

I smiled to myself at the thought and went into a cubicle. So you kind of get the gist at what comes next; I do my business. I open the sanitary bin to displace of ‘material’, girls you know what I mean. That’s when I realized this isn’t the luckiest day of my life.

More like the most haunting.

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