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Topic Started: Sep 28 2008, 03:26 PM (67 Views)
Tragedy_Strikes	Sep 28 2008, 03:26 PM Post #1
Newbie Posts: 1 Group: Members Member #952 Joined: September 28, 2008	Invisible Chapter 1 I am invisible. Unnoticed, ignored, just a typical day in the life of Alice McPherson. That’s my name. Sigh. As I said, totally invisible, people walk into me, sit in my seat, the teachers even forget to call my name on the attendance sheet, like I said, a typical day. I sat in my usual seat at the front of the room in last period science, my legs extended out from under the desk and into the isle way of the room. My too long gray jeans covered my legs, except for the hole on the knees, and half of my shoes. My arms were crossed on my chest, covering the front of my black beater shirt, as my raven black hair blended in with the back. My dark emerald eyes stared lazily ahead, except for my left eye, which was covered by my bangs, which was cut in a slant. My skin was like porcelain, and it looked as if you touched it would crumble into a million pieces. Which was very uncommon, even in Portland, Oregon, where the sun shined at least once a day. I sighed; science was boring, and especially when flat voiced, short and stocky Mrs. Duncan was talking. It was as if she was talking in completely flat monotone. I looked at the clock, five minutes till school’s out, but with Mrs. Duncan talking, it would seem like an eternity. Sigh. “Tomorrow we will be looking at the organs of the California Toad. Do not forget we will be dissecting these next week.” Her short red haircut moved ever so slightly as she scanned the faces of the room, I didn’t know what they looked like and frankly I didn’t care. The loud, annoying alarm clock end-of-school bell rung loudly, causing most of the kids to jump up in shock. “Remember!!! Test on Friday!!” Mrs. Duncan roared over the noisy hustle and bustle of students leaving to go home. I sighed and slowly picked up my things, not bothering to rush because I would still get home in the same amount of time as I normally do. I finally got all my textbooks and headed towards the door. “Alice, can you come here a minute?” I turned with a shock, had someone said my name?? I turned slowly to face Mrs. Duncan, “Y-yes Mrs. Duncan?” “There’s a new student arriving tomorrow, do you think you could show him around? You’re the only one who has the same classes with him that would be willing to show him around. I’d do it myself but I’m currently swamped with grading papers . . .” I nodded, “Sure Mrs. Duncan.” She smiled sweetly, “Thank you very much Alice. I really appreciate it.” She turned to gather her own things as I rushed out of the room. I ran out the immense double doors and out to the parking lot. Empty. No attention can be directed towards me. So if I’m my klutzy self and fall down, no one will know. I made my way to my 1954 first edition rusty red Hydramatic GMC truck. I loved it. The way the ancient engine purred when I reached 25mph, the way it looked. As far as I’m concerned, it was perfect. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pair of keys, one for my house and one for my car. I picked out a big, bulky faded key with GMC etched into the side. I pushed it into the keyhole and turned it abruptly to the left, hearing the lock unlatch; I pulled the handle with force, pulling the rusted door open. I threw my stuff in the passenger seat and jumped onto the tan worn leather seat. I relaxed immediately; feeling the seat of my truck always had that affect on me. I star ted the engine, which always had trouble rolling over. I smoothly pulled out of the high school parking lot, forgetting my completely boring, typical day.



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