Invisible

Part 1

Part 1

“Having no one who listens long enough to hear your pain...and thus neglecting to care that you are in pain. That is true loneliness.”

-Anonymous

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As Mr. Johnson shuffled along the rows of desks, I leant further back in my chair and clutched my assignment in my hand. As I did, I took the chance to look at my fellow classmates. People were smiling, laughing, sharing secrets, annoying one another. There is no one for me to annoy.

It is almost as if I am a ghost.

“Ophelia the friendly ghost,” I smiled to myself, before frowning. If someone was there to listen, that would have sounded so much better.

“Homework,” Mr. Johnson barked out dryly, barely looking at me. I passed him the sheet and he quickly glanced at it before grading it on the spot and moving on. A large B was scribbled over my work, not my good work though. I couldn’t share that. Instead I wrote a new short story this morning:

Good Times With Friends

A story by Ophelia Johnston

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Once, we went to a pond and fed ducks.

It was fun.

What would it matter if I gave him my real one anyway. He wouldn’t care, he never paid any attention to who he was grading. Just like all the others, never paying any attention to me.

I leaned back again, the smile on my face gone as I stared at the seat in front of me. There, sat perfection. Soft brown hair that fell around his face, smiling brown eyes, a popular well liked personality, all this and more wrapped up in a package known as Drew Masback.

He is the one.

The one thing that’s keeping me on this earth. Daydreaming about us as a couple was the only thing that held together my cracking reality. Sure, he hadn’t seen me either, but I just have the feeling that he will be the one. The one who will finally see me as more than just a ghost.

And today was the day I was going to tell him.