Invisible

Think of all the people around you... Can you think of anyone who doesn't quite seem to be all there? Someone who is almost invisible, or doesn't seem to register? You know someone, don't you? Every class has one.

Me... sadly, I am one of those people. The thing is, though, my school is so big that I don't expect anyone to see me. Even the teachers don't; I'm practically a ghost. I don't even know why I keep coming... It's not like they'll see me tomorrow, or the next day, or any day, for that matter.

Even if they do, it's not like it'll matter.

So, I sit, watching the leaves turn from green to brown, like the seasons turning from summer to fall. I sit in this Hell, staring out the classroom window. But, as I sit here, I secretly hope someone will come and see me. But, then I have to stop myself...

Hope is for the morons; it's pointless...