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Write about a time when you felt completely invisible, literally or figuratively.

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.      



Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 14:40

I’m sorry, but what else can I write about today? Not drawn by the fantastical, no, not an imaginary letter to the bloat king who degrades our White House either, nor a whisper coming from the phone, not even the kindness which does come in abundance to my doorway, but me, shroud in a torn, gray sheet of helplessness, naked and invisible. I cannot fathom how many children must be gunned down before we all throw our mistempered weapons to the ground.

As I pack my lunch, gather my papers, and head to the school building, as I have done for 25 years, the morning breaks with a new woe. I don’t want to practice escaping out of my classroom due to a shooter but I don’t want to huddle in the corner either. I don’t want to practice barricading the door and ask students to find things to throw at an intruder. I don’t want to fill them with false fear, pretend they can outrun outsmart outlive 100 rounds a minute, yet I don’t want them to feel invisible in this epidemic. I can tell you anxiety in teens is a mounting concern, and the reality that schools are easy targets only worsens this predicament.

Are we all blind to the power of the N.R.A.? Do you doubt their overreaching intent? The money they stand to make each time fear pushes us back to the gun dealer? Every new assassin is crafted by this misguided organization, into one who responds to the challenges of life with murder. These lost souls seem determined to rip apart the innocence still pocketed in our classrooms, on our dance floors, movie theaters, churches, shopping malls, even our baseball fields. And yet, Senators stand in line eagerly awaiting their rating. How many will earn their high marks as we fall, bloodied, burying our little ones, time and time again? Senators quake, but not in response to these massacres, instead, they are chided by the manufacturers of the AR-15 to hold the line. You know the line. The one that insists guns don’t kill people, people do. Politicians stand shoulder to shoulder on that. All the while gun sales just go up, realizing more lobbying power. Over 3 million spent last year alone to lobby the sale of silencers and bump stocks, to ensure the passing of the conceal carry reciprocity act, and to keep mental health records out of background checks. 2017 was a banner year for those who would halt any progress toward creating a safer America. Those who should not hold a small handgun are handed an assault weapon by our politicians. Although the NRA infiltrates across party lines, it is Trump’s full endorsement and his GOP coterie who earn the A rating.  Doubt not the flow of cash to continue making guns a solution. These manufacturers intend to continue on and make all of us invisible to their directive.

Oh jeez, this is a post of dread and despair. Perhaps the whisper in the phone, turn around, would have been a better choice. Even in a whisper, I’d know that voice anywhere. Why it is my love, my life, my hope...




Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 14:19


                  INVISIBLE: Write about a time when you felt completely invisible, literally or figuratively.   


Once I felt invisible like a background character in a fighting seen. yet that day was amazing. I would have loved to share some of that fame with my team but that was not the case. Except for that little moment were the crowd cheered me on CLAP, CLAP, CLAP. But then silence right back into play as everybody whiched with there eyes peeled looking for mistakes, I did it again. But this was not exiting what can I say I was good that I was fast but watching the same person score over and over again. I got a hat-trick witch was not hard for the girl that was born to play this sport. No one said good job or nice hat-trick it was just normal but it was not normal to me I liked taking credit and it was nowhere to be found.


The invisible man

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 14:10

One day I was in a mall and my phone started ringing. I picked it up and said “Who is it ?” On the other end I could somehow hear what I just said.  Then the man started  talking . He said in a gruff  voice“turn around”. I said: what? And he said it again but a little louder. I stood there in silence for a little bit and then finally made up my mind. I slowly turned around. There was no one there. Oookay I started to turn back around, that's when I noticed a phone  just hovering there. I started to tell the person I had to go and I heard what I was saying in the phone that was hovering there that's when it hit me there was an invisible man standing right in front of me.   I started to run then he appeared  and said I will be back.             

     That i s the end of chapter one          

By; Vivian Elliott


Invisible Me

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 14:05

Have you ever felt invisible? I have, all the time. You are talking to one of your friends and then they just walk away. You think to yourself, did I do something wrong? Did I say something mean? No you did nothing wrong. People who walk away from a conversation are rude. I want to know why they do it. Why they think its ok to just get up and not have a care in the world about what you were going to say. Those people are not your real friends. If they don't care then why should you. Find some people who really care, who will listen.

I feel this every day

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:33

  I felt invisible when I wanted to meet new friends. For example, when I walked up to this guy and I asked him if we could be friends. But he just walked off. I had to meet other people to be friends with. Another time, I went up to a guy in a group and I asked him if I could  be friends. The guys said ‘girls can not be in a group of guys and be friends with them . I was really sad because I felt like I was Literally invisible. I felt invisible to my sister Maria too. She always picks what is best for me. But I felt literally invisible because she does not ask me what I think. It seems my whole life, people like to make me either literally or figuratively invisible. People don’t need to feel bad for me though.  I have a lot of friends because I am kind to them and not mean like those group of guys where to me.


Pounding at the glass

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:14

I am turning,


I am trapped.

Tears tumble 

from red eyes.


What do you mean,

we can't go back?


Trying to contain myself

as I explode inside,

people telling me 

to keep quiet,

people have heard enough.


In an airport,

finally safe and then

she turns around 

and says that 

greencards are yesterdays problem.


I look at her, 

unable to say anything.


I have struggled and 

fought and cried 

for you to tell me 

that i am yesterdays 



I pound on the glass,

hoping to be heard,

but in that moment 

i was invisible,

one more face 

in a tragedy.



When i was nothing...

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:12

When she came to my school i felt like i was invisible to my friends and escpecially in his point of view.... i get it its a new girl coming to our school but the thing i dont get is why you forget about your betfriend thats been there since day 1 for you and no matter what came back to you... and was there when you needed it... but all you did in the end was leave me with a broken heart..... I never knew you would do this to me but if you think about it i kinda saw it coming.... It hurts to see you even without her... it hurts to think about you without me... and what we could've been if we were still together... somtimes i think about you and miss you but that will never end... I think you relize how i feel just you dont understand what i need and how to help me... I wish you knew this was me but you wont...I guess thats all goodbye..... bye

"You'll See the Dark"

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:09

"You'll See the Dark"


A trembling figure in the dark,

Falling, drowning, can't see the light; 

Final death extinguishes life's spark

Eternal blindness, lack of sight.


I'm plummeting, swiftly moving on,

To hell I go no matter how;

I know that when I am gone,

You'll see the dark that's in me now.


By Benton Cesanek

Crossroads Academy 

8th grade 



Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 11:25

I get to school the same as i do everyday, but todays not the same, nobodys talked to me or even acknowlaged at me. All my friends just stare and and roll there eyes. I try talking to them but, it just seems as if... im invisible. They leave the room as I go to them, at lunch its like nobody can even see me, i just dont understand what happend? Noboy will even hold doors for me, its like they dont like me anymore, or am i just not here? Are they just ignoring me or am i really invisible! I walk up to my teacher and tap her on the sholder, nothing, i do it again, nothing. I am invisible, i can do anything i want! 


Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 11:14

It's like no one sees you when you walk into the building. It's almost like you don't exsist anymore. You've fallen of the planet, no one takes the time to notice the way you look, how your feeling or even if you are paying attention to them. They don't care. It's always hard walking into a new building and not having people look up to even notice if your there or if the door just futtered. The funny thing is you tend to notice everything that other people dont notice about you and you start to feel invisable. No one talks to you, you become " the new person". They help you on the first day to get to know things  and your off on your own to survive or just become a ghost, non-excesting. When your invisable theres nothing you can do but stay there and don't bother anybody. When you walk in to a building and no one takes the time to notice you, it makes you feel invisable. When your considered " Invisable" time seems to tick on and on and nothing happens ,but you sit in silence thinking, wondering, wishing you weren't invisable. Sometimes you think things will get better, sometimes they do and sometimes they don't its all about what you make yourself invisable or not, you matter. You may feel invisable at sometimes in life but you gotta just put your foot out the door and make yourself " the spark you can be."


Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 11:10

I felt invisible when I was walking down the hallway and teachers are saying hi to the people around me and not to me. I just kept walking in shock feeling like a ghost. Another time I felt invisible when I was asking the teacher for my password and everyone else gets there password but i'm just sitting there with my hand up as they just like don't see me and finally they see me when everyone else is already started there test and i'm just sitting there with my hand up waiting like I'm in some other universe and not in the classroom. Then finally after five minutes the teacher see's me and gives my password when the other students are already a quarter of the way through the test. Then I end up finishing fourth to last because of me just sitting there being invisible. Another time was when I was playing soccer and I was wide open just standing there while people around me were getting passed to and not me, again I felt like I was in some other world and just standing there like I was not even on the team!! Then when they scored a goal I didn't even get a high five or anything I just got called back to the bench.


Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 10:40

Being invisible can have multiple meanings, the one I am going to describe is the most common. Walking through a hallway, where others brush past. Having no regard for you or your suroundings, you look up to one of these people walking by and maybe make a subtle remark or attempt to start a conversation. In return, all you get is a nice view of their back as they walk past. This is what it's like to be truley invisible, neglected or even forgoten about by society. There is no one to notice you as you walk through this hallway, a hallway that now seems never ending. A hallway that now makes you re-think yourself, a hallway that can't mask a depression. A hallway, that is hell. If you are lucky you brought music, music that will blend you in with the gray walls of the hallway. What's so wrong about joining the wall? It's sucked everyone else in, taking the color from them stealing their social ability. The grey walls are so inviting, the grey people look so cold. But the cold is better then the lonly walk of the hallway, the cold is better then what you are enduring right now. And grey is the most beautiful color in the world, the only one you want on your pallet. But why then, just minuets ago your favorite color was something livley and bright? And the cold was something that you hated, how could a hallway be so dark? Is the hallway the problem? Or is it you? The grey long hallway was my worst experience, and what i've described to you is what it felt like to walk this cold empty place. It is truley a hell, a hell that I wish no one else has to experience. So walk quickly before the walls take you as well.  


Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 10:25

Invisible. What does it mean to be invisible? Not seen? Not heard? Not anything? Being invisible hurts. It hurts because you feel no one is listening. Like you have an opinion and no one listens or even attempts to listen. You’ve tried not being invisible. But it seems nearly impossible. You start to believe that you really are invisible. You realize you really are invisible.


Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 10:19

It was fith grade and i was just comeing into middle school. I was small for my age and the world was so much larger than me. One day i realized that i had a super power, I could go almost completly unoticed if i wanted too. One day i decided that it might be fun to test out. That morning i whent into school and went straight up to the teachers desk and stood their waiting for 15 minutes. What he didnt notice was that i had used my halloween makeup to give myself a black eye. When he finaly did notice me all the blood rushed out of his face. That was the time i become invisable.

Almost Invisible

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 09:59

I am almost invisible. I am but a face in the crowd, trying to get through life. No one really sees me. One person can see me but they try to control me. I latched on to the one person who could see, never noticing that they did not truly care, that they just wanted a follower, someone to take orders. I no longer feel invisible, yet I still am. They take control of my life, dictating who I could be. They pull me back in when I find something new, taking over every interest I have. Almost invisible, barely seen. I remember they days before I was invisible, when I would run and play with my dear friends before we drifted apart. Truthfully I may have not been invisible, meerly a floating face in the crowd, seen but in the backround. They pushed me away from my life, pulling me into their empty promises, their lies. I pretended to be happy, to act like nothing was bothering me, but everything was. The only person who could see me didn't see me, they only saw a follower, a servant, a slave. I now see it, I am still invisible, They are only a dictator. I try and pull away but they chase me. They try and pull me back. I run, still invisible. My salvation comes when they are forced away from me. They still try to control me but I am becoming more visible. My dear former friends take me in along with new ones. I am no longer invisible but they still chase me. Finally they are taken away, I no longer feel trapped. I am no longer almost invisible, I can be seen.


Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 09:59

I walk.

All around me there is silence.

I feel alone.

What have I done, so horrible, I cannot attone?

All around they talk.

I try and join, but am greeted by silence.

I am a ghost.

I am not here.

I am as a thought upon the air,

Invisible but everywhere.

My world is black and white.

A fact I cannot fight.

I see a light. Floating in the mist.

It flickers gently, a beacon.




I walk towards it.







Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 09:44

Trump should clean the ecosystem instead of blowing up countrys 


Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 09:36

Sometimes i feel like i’m invisible maybe you’re really invisible but that doesn't mean you can’t do something in your like make a difference in the world like helping stop pollution, you’re not invisible you’re somebody.

my storie

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 09:34

 once i was playing football at school and i was wide open alot of times and no one wolud pass to me and i was thinking that i was invisible but that made me feal like i shouldent play football.

I am invisable

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 09:26

I feel invisable when i am in a crowded place because, say you were at a  consert  and everyone is pushing everyone  its like your invisable because they just push you like you arn't there.  I Also, fet invisable when  my  little brother was born, everyone is just looking at him and snuggling him. It was like he took all the credit and left me in the dust. I just wanted to flip my lid but i diddent because there was no point in doing it. It wouldent change anything. When he got older it started to die down a little so i was ok. Thats why i felt invisable. 


Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 09:24

Have you ever felt like you were completely invisible? I have many times. I don't have any friends, and no one wants to hang out with me, so I always feel invisible to peolpe. At school I always sit alone at lunch, and at recess I'm always be myself. I once had a true friendship, but then she dissapeared to another girl, instead of me. I'm not the kind of girl who is popular, I'm not the kind of girl who has a couple friends. I'm that girl, that has no friends. I'm not new at my school, I'm just lonely. I feel like some people don't even know I exsist, but I now that I exsist. I'm not invisible, I'm just a girl that needs a couple friends. I feel completly invisible. I just want some friends. 


Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 08:45

I have always been invisible to everyone. Sometimes im next to someone and they dont even notice me. It got worse when my little sister was born. I have practicly been invisible for 7 year sense my sister was born. Another reason I feel invisible is I have never had many friends so it makes it worse. I have never been popular i always only have 4 friends at the most. I try to make friends but it never works out I made a friend in florida but almost imidiatly after i had to move back to vermont. I have only have 1 friend right now. Other then her no one likes me. I have been invisible for my whole life so i dont ever have many friends. One other thing that makes it worse is i have moved so much I moved to florida for a couple years then moved back and in 2nd grade i moved back fo florida and in 6th grade i moved back to vermont. I am also really shy so i dont make many friends, another reason