Invisible Until It Matters

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 14:41


It was the first day if seventh grade and my luck was already terrible, my teacher forgot me and I didn’t have anyone to talk too. My best friend had moved and the other friend announced we were not on speaking terms. Personally I had no idea why but I guessed there was a problem. I walked down the hall and I was bumped and pushed so many time, it was like I was invisible. I got to math class and sat next to this girl. She was definitely taller than me, brown hair and eyes. I admired her artistic ability. I started talking to her. Little did I know that was the biggest mistake of my life. We seemed to get along very well but I was didn’t see the hatred and jealousy bubbling up inside her. We ended up invisible together and I thought it was fine. We walked through the halls just ass invisible though seventh grade. The summer of eighth grade is the summer I will never forget. I had invited her over to my house to go in the pool. It was a hot summer day and all I wanted to do was fall into the cold water and hang out with the the girl I thought was my friend. It started out fine. My mother had just left five minutes earlier to get ice cream and I had turned around, looking after my dog as she chased my brother down the long dusty driveway. When I felt a cold hand grab my shoulder and push me under. At first I thought it was a joke but then when she did not let go, I knew this was a life or death situation. I reached out and grabbed her leg and pulled her under. In the moments I had I tried to run to the latter and pull myself from her grasp. She attempted two more times and was unsuccessful. I was not ready to leave the world. After she ran out of energy and out of pool space. I got out and turned to her and told her to leave. She didn’t move at first but insisted she didn't mean it. I was shanken and ran to the house and locked her out. After that I contemplated why she would do that. Why me? I came to a conclusion… It was because I was invisible. No one would notice I was gone. I was weak and forgiving. To this day I will never forgive her as long as I live.