You seemed to be invisible to everyone around you. Nobody even bated an eye on you since you’ve been young and that was what you’ve grown to expect. Even back at your old Middle School you were like a ghost. A specific incident you could recall was when you were down with the flu and the teacher didn’t even notice nor mark you as absent. You would laugh the incident off, however you couldn’t deny it that the memory still stung a little.

You didn’t expect to have it any differently even now in High School. Solitude didn’t bother you as much as one would think, really it didn’t. You always managed to distract yourself with something to get through the day without needing company. With that said, you for certain didn’t expect to be noticed by anyone. Oh how wrong you were.

As soon as you stepped into the building students all gazed at you, sized you up and checked you out. This weirded you out a bit, nobody would spare you a single glance usually, well, until now. This made you feel a little embarrassed and nervous, something that was visible for the others. This meant you’d be introduced to another concept that was so far foreign to you, bullying.

Once you finally made it to your locker without freaking out, you opened it and sighed in disappointment. Of course you’d get a locker full of old gums, crude doodles and numbers promising a good time. You would deal with it later, anything can be fixed with a few stickers after all. With that you successfully moved your stuff from your bag into it, selecting the books you’d need for the day, taking them out and locking it back up.

You were through the tough part, or so you believed, for as you turned and started to walk to class, out of the blue you got tripped. With a single gasp you fell hard on your knees and your books scattered around you. Then you heard a low mocking laughter coming from behind you.

“Watch’ya step Dork!”