Not So Invisible

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Imagine being invisible. Like people see through you; you don’t exist. That’s what I am. Invisible. Nobody knows I’m there. I bet you twenty years from now at my high school reunion people are going to be like, “Sam who?”, or, “You were in our class?”. Well, I may be overreacting just a little. I do have friends. I’m not a complete loser, but when it comes to the others; I am. Through their eyes I’m just a girl. A girl who answers all the questions asked in class. A girl who everyone cheats off of for homework and tests. The girl who doesn’t do any wrong.

Well, they’re wrong. When I’m with my friends I’m crazy. I like to do things on the spur of the moment, just for the thrill. My friends all think I’m going to get myself killed one day pulling these stunts. But do they know I do that? No. It’s because I’m completely invisible.

What am I doing now? Right now as I speak, I’m just about to jump off of my roof in to my pool. Don’t worry I’ve done it before, it’s no big deal. But this time, I’m going to try to land on a float. Yes, a float.

“Sam! Come on! What’s taking you so long? It’s going to rain soon!” Cheyenne yells from the side of my pool.

“Hold on! I’m just preparing myself! Geesh!” I look down at the pool and smile. This is good. I close my eyes and bend my knees getting myself ready for that push off of my roof. Then my screen door opens quickly.

“Samantha Lily Patrick! Get off of that roof now!” That’s my mom, she’s the only one I know that uses my full name like that.

“Okay!” I jump off of the roof and in to the pool, making a huge splash! When I come to the surface, my mom’s face is the first thing I see.

“I meant come down the way you came up!”

“Well, you should have been more specific mother.” I say batting my eyes at her. Cheyenne stands behind my mom holding back her laughter.

“Ugh! I can’t take this anymore. Sam dry up and get yourself ready.”

“Where am I going?” Cheyenne pouts her lips.

“You’ll see.”

“But what about-”

“She can come too.” I smile really big and pull myself out of the pool. I’ll try that stunt again some other time.

My mom is oh so overprotective. I’m not even kidding. It’s just because I’m the youngest of my four brothers. She wants to preserve my innocence for as long as she can. Which kind of sucks for me because I’m sixteen years old. Teenagers lose their innocence the moment they enter high school. All of my brothers are already out of high school. The two oldest, John and Gregg, are graduated from college. They’re twins. Then it’s Michael and Harry. They’re not twins but they’re like a year apart from each other, so they’re really close. Then it’s me, the baby.

I don’t see much of John and Gregg because they don’t really hang around home that much anymore. It’s not like I saw much of them anyway. Michael and Harry usually come home from college every now and then. But I’m not really close to any of them. I guess it’s because I’m the baby; everything that they do, they’ll some how get in trouble for it. It’s also probably because they were really popular when they were in high school and I’m just not. My dorkiness showed ever since I started first grade, when I brought an encyclopedia to show-and-tell. I know an encyclopedia? The only reason I brought that was because there was a really cool picture of a dolphin! Everybody thought I was going to read it to them. That’s when ‘loser’ was stamped on my forehead permanently. The only person that was as interested as I was, was Cheyenne. She’s been my best friend for that long.

Anyway, back to what I was saying before. My mom is overprotective. She manages my time. She has a schedule of what I’m doing every hour, every day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year! So why am I not surprised that she’s driving Cheyenne and I to someplace? I wonder where she’s taking us. It’s not common for her to take us more that two towns away.

“So, where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” My mom’s tight lips curl up on the ends.

“Okay.” I look over at Cheyenne who shrugs back at me.

“Can’t you believe Parker and Angie? I mean seriously get a room.” Cheyenne says pulling my attention elsewhere.

“Oh I know. Talk about PDA.”

“PDA?” My mom butts in.

“Parents don’t address.” I spit out. I hate it when she listens to our conversations.

“Rude much?” Cheyenne says to me pointing at my mom.

“No, it’s okay Cheyenne I get it.” My mom says in a sorry tone, trying to make me feel guilty. It doesn’t work anymore.

“See she’s fine. Anyway, I can’t believe they did it like right in the middle of the café. So gross.”

“Lost my appetite.”

“Ha! Like for eternity!” We both laugh hysterically for awhile. Then I saw a sign that caught my eye. My mom is taking me to a studio? “Mom, what’s this?”

“Surprise! I got you an audition!” Say what?

“An audition? Really? Like for a movie?”

“Yeah! Oh honey you don’t know how hard it was for me not to tell you.” Ah man, now I feel really bad about earlier. I hate it when she does things like this for me.

“Oh my gosh. Thanks!” I leaned over and hugged my mom.

“Driving honey! Even though we’re in the parking lot...”

“Oh! Sorry.” I chuckle a little and look over at Cheyenne whose mouth is wide open. She mouths ‘oh my God, you’re so lucky’.

“Oh and Cheyenne, I talked with your mother. She said that you can audition as well.”

“Oh my God! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Cheyenne cries out when my mom parks the car.

“Alright girls, let’s gitterdone.” My mom laughs at her own imitation. Cheyenne looks over at me and I just shrug my shoulders. “What? That wasn’t funny? You girls are so hard to understand.” My mom shakes her head and starts walking towards the building.

“Wait! Mom, what’s this movie about? I mean how am I supposed to get in to character if I don’t even know who my character is?”

“Um, you’ll see.” She smiles at me and turns around and walks toward the building. Cheyenne and I follow like little sheep behind her.

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I’m an actress. I’m in my school’s drama club, but it’s not really a big deal there. It’s terrible but true. My mom is sort of like a manager when it comes to getting auditions and what-not. That’s probably the only thing that she and I agree on. I’ve been in a couple of movies... As and extra. And you’re probably wondering why I’m not popular? I’ll tell you why.

THEY DON’T KNOW.

Simple as that. No one knows, besides Cheyenne of course, that I’m auditioning for these roles in soon-to-be blockbuster films. Cheyenne has auditioned before with me and she’s been cast as extra as well. So why don’t I tell them? Because I don’t want fake friends. That’s as blunt as I can put it. Fake people is my biggest pet peeve. I loathe them. Alright, I’m being over-dramatic again. Seriously though, no fake people. That’s why I don’t tell them I’m an actress.

So, Cheyenne and I walk in to the studio with our heads held high. I have a feeling we’re going to nail it. No one was in the room. It was empty. Were we late?

“Uh mom? Where is everybody?”

“I got you two a private audition.” She said with a smirk.

“Oh. Great. Thanks.” Is all I can say. My head is spinning with joy.

“This is so great. Thanks Mrs. P.”

“No problem girls. Now, knock ‘em dead.” My mom walks us up to a door that has the director’s name on it. She knocks a couple times.

“Come in.” We open the door and do you know what we see? Almost the entire crew inside the room. Okay, just the director, producer, the director of cinematography, and two other people. “Samantha Patrick? Cheyenne Wilson?”

“Yes. That’s us.” I say. Oh man, I’m so nervous.

“Come on in, and take a seat.” There are only two stools in front of a white screen. We take a seat. “Here are your scripts. Could you turn to page 195? We’ll do the scene from the top. Cheyenne can you read Sarah? And Samantha can you read Joslin?” We flip to the pages and nod.

“Sarah, I have to tell you something. You promise not to tell anyone?”

“What is it Joslin?”

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“What? With who? Mark?”

“I think so. Oh Sarah! I’m scared. Mark doesn’t know, and he said so himself that he doesn’t want to have kids. Sarah, what if he leaves me? What if I’m left alone with this baby?”

“You’re not going to be alone. I’ll be there for you.” Cheyenne sounds so sincere. I read the script and it says that I’m supposed to start to cry, so I do. Tears start to form automatically.

“Oh, you’re the bestest friend I could ever have! I don’t know what I’d do without you...”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you! Joslin, you’ve always been my rock. So now it’s my turn.” Cheyenne starts to form tears as well. I glance at my script and notice we’re supposed to hug and just cry. So we do. We hug and cry for a little bit.

“GREAT JOB!” Yelled the director. We both break from the hug and wipe away our tears. It’s funny how quickly we can turn on and off our tears. It’s a good asset when it comes to having the teacher boost up your grade because of guilt. It works too. “I think we found our leading ladies.” Everyone in the room nods in agreement. Even my mom is nodding in agreement.

Wait, did he just say we got the part? I look over at Cheyenne who is grinning ear to ear. I guess so! Cheyenne looks at me and we both let out a little squeal. The director laughs at this. “Yes, we do have the leading parts. They already have great chemistry. Thank you Mrs. Patrick for notifying us.”

“It’s my pleasure.” My mom replies with a smile. She gives me a two thumbs up and I smile big back.

I’M GOING TO BE A STAR!

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