Jack always hated pictures. He would avoid them as much as possible. No one liked standing still and smiling like a phony at a camera when fun could be happening. His parents don't have more than ten good photos of him and they are stored away somewhere where he will never get to them. It always annoyed jack. Being mute meant he could get away with  lots of things  but never photos. Never everyones judging gaze. He wished he could turn invisible but as his parents told him always be careful on what you wish for.

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"Jack! Jack! This is not funny anymore! Where are you! Jack!" He heard his parents screaming and looked at the clock. He had slept in this morning and that was odd for him. Begrudgingly getting out of bed and walking down the hallway seeing that his parents eyes had gone blank. He stopped right in front of them accidentally stepping on his mother's foot. He signed sorry to her. She looked like she had seen a ghost. Are you alright mother? He signed again. She just walked off. Strange. As dad would put it, it must be that time of the month again.  Whatever that means. He just went and made himself some breakfast and then went to his room.  His mother peered in.
"Jack are you going to school today?" His mother asked gently.
He shook his head. She nodded and walked off. He walked Infront of the mirror for a sec and noticed something. Parts of him were invisible. What happened before crashed into a cleansing clarity. What if he could go fully invisible again. He tried and tried Infront of the mirror but nothing seamed to be working.
A few days passed and his mother and father had been getting those funny looks and he knew something was up. They didn't talk about him as much and didn't cook dinner and talked about having a child together for the first time. Were they replacing him? Jack was baffled that when he walked to his unchanged room they neglected that he seen a picture frame that usually had his smiling face in it. It was they only one he allowed them to keep up because it had Bruce, his dead goldfish in it. But it was just Bruce hanging midair. Like he never... Existed. It was truely like he had gone.... Invisible.

A.N
Okay. This isn't the best and it honestly needs work but eh. I'm too tired to do it right now. So it can stay like that. And sorry ink that I slightly altered it. Hope you like it any.
Your author Geno signing out.