Invisible

I was late for school again. Sighing, I picked up my rucksack, ran downstairs and headed for the door. I sprinted down the path, hoping I'd make it in time. I was usually accompanied by Jake, my best friend, but today it looked as if he wasn't coming. 1

As I arrived, I saw many people, laughing and chatting. Barging through the gates, I spotted him. Jake was hanging out with Matthew and Jack, the most popular boys in the school. He looked like he was having fun so I decided to catch up with him later and walked inside the building instead.2

Just as I came to my classroom, the bell rang. I hung outside the doorway, keeping an eye out for Jake. I slipped in after him and sat down. He didn't even glance in my direction. 3

At break, I tried to talk to him, ignoring everybody else and accidently bumping into several younger ones in the process. Nothing worked. He didn't seem to notice me anymore. It was as if I was invisible.4

Running down the corridor, I slipped, landing on my knees. They were bleeding now but I didn't care. Nobody did. Tears started to drip from my eyes as I sat down on the grass outside. I had no friends anymore. Everybody was too busy to bother with me. 5

I put my head in my hands and cried heavily. No one understood how it felt to be left out of everything. Even if they were things you didn't want to be involved in, it still makes you feel bad.6

I saw Jake come out with his friends. I stood up, wiped my eyes and tried to wave to him. Still nothing. It was a waste of time. I plodded down the path, hoping that there would be even a little bit more sympathy at home.7

I was wrong. My mum and dad were busy with their jobs so I had to do everything myself. I spread some butter on a piece of toast and shoved it down my throat.8

I plodded up the stairs and flopped down onto my bed. It was no use. My life was officially over. Not even my parents cared for me. I started to cry into my pillow, covering the whole of my bed in tears.