She went home, only to find that her parents were gone. They had left, left her all alone. She looked around, only to find that nothing looked the same, that the rooms were a stark white color, instead of the festive reds and greens and purples that had once been in that house. There was no evidence that anyone had lived there beforehand. Something was wrong here, incredibly wrong.

She arrived at school the next day, to notice that not one person would look at her, say “hi” to her, or acknowledge her presence in any way. She went to her locker to find that nothing in there was hers. Everything was strange, and unusual to her. She looked through it to see that it was all stuff belonging to a boy, nothing that she would ever own herself.

She went to her next class, and when the teacher called attendance, she never called her name. She raised her hand to say that her name wasn’t called, but it was as if the teacher couldn’t see her.

It was the same with all of her other classes, the teachers acting like she didn’t exist, like she wasn’t sitting right in front of them.

Ok, guys, this is just the beginning of a story, tell me if I should keep it going!!