13th October 2002

This is my story, and I’m really bad at English but you don’t know until, you try, plz review even if it is to criticize because it always good to hear what people think, it helps improve things. this is my first story and I’ve been meaning to update so if you don’t like this one then read my other and comment on that

People were just bumping in to me, like usual, and by the time I got to my locker Thomas

Hacker and his girlfriend Mimi were leaning on it making out, like usual.

“Tommy, please get off my locker” I shouted

He turned to look at me; the look on his face was a look of absolute bewilderment, he pushed Mimi off him and brought his face really close to me

“Who the heck are you?” he questioned

“Catherine Holloway” I replied

He was shaking and scratched his head, I looked at Mimi for reassurance, but she looked just as stumped

“Did you just start at this school?” she asked

“No I’ve been going to this school , for years we even went to tiny tots together, remember, I tell you guys to get off my locker everyday” I said grimly

“Nope don’t ‘member you” he said and then he grabbed Mimi’s hand and dragged her in the opposite direction, she took a side glance at me.

I guess in should be use to it by now, but I’m, guess it hurts for people not to notice you and keep for

Her blonde hair brushing my arm slightly, the look on her face said it all, that girl didn’t know who I was and would never know.

I shrugged lightly and turned back to my locker, like usual, I am your invisible man... well actually your invisible girl but you get my point... it ‘s like I’m there but people still don’t notice

I don’t answer questions in class because the teachers hardly know I’m there,

I never have a partner for projects because people don’t know I exist,

I have no friends because no one knows I exist,

Man, I barely get a school report because people don’t know who I am,

it’s so bad that my own family barely knows I’m there, I mean they know who I am , but it’s like they’ll say “ where’s Catherine?” and I’ll be right there as well

Hey it could be worse, if they didn’t know who I was then the police would be getting a lot of phone calls, and reports of an intruder

I don’t know what it is maybe because I’m just plain Jane... no... I’m more plain than that, I have black boring hair it’s not long glossy supermodel black or super short bob-like cute, it‘s just this hanging dead black draper over my head, I’ve also got dead grey blue eyes, nothing special as you can see, pale too pouty lips and chalk like skin and I always wear my stone washed jeans, a black sweater and same simple black trainers.

Now I don’t see how that makes somebody a ghost, maybe because I really quiet and I sit by myself and never make a sound.

It like I was just borne to be ignored, I open my locker door, my combination 23, 12, 60

If any mother could see my locker they would be proud, it’s absolutely flawless, beautiful stainless steel, just gleaming.

I got my books, out and turned around and guess what, surprise surprise, a football hits my head.

I felt the ball make contact with my head, and my head make contact with the floor, man my head was more popular than the rest of me.

“Catherine are you okay?” said a voice

I opened my eyes to see Taylor banks, the new guy staring at me with his big Smokey hazel eyes.

He put his arm under mine to support me as I was getting up

“No, I’m not okay, was so invisible you didn’t see me?” I shouted, as you can see I’m a shouty person

“It was accident, anyway I always notice you your never invisible to me, and you kinda stick out like a sore thumb, never follow the crowd and always yourself” he whispered in my ear

I turned to look at him; Taylor had some very attractive parts to him, straight white teeth, and gorgeous auburn hair, smooth tanned skin (goody no acne) but with a slight rugged look and I have already told you about his eyes.

I pulled away from him, it doesn’t matter how gorgeous he is, he still hit me. I got up and started to walk away then I stopped and turn to look at him, Taylor and his friend Greg were laughing it up and walking away from the ‘football’ accident area and something clicked to me. He knew my name and who I was.