I'm Still Invisible

“No matter what I do, I just can't get those bucking dumb pieces of garbage to…” A young petite pink girl spoke in a simply horrible tone of voice her scarlett hues turning darker with anger, her curly turquoise hair frazzling outward as her breathing became heavier.

“If the Debate Team doesn't want a photo in the yearbook, then just forget it.” Crystalline scrunched her nose cutely, sitting behind a huge desk in the corner.

“Grrr, I just hate them so much!” The child clutched her tiny hands in rage turning to face me standing in the doorway with an eye roll.

“Gee golly, I didn't hear you enter ma'am!” She spoke in a faux tone of innocence while stomping past me not before shoving me aside with ease against the door.

I stood there in shock the tiny bundle of rage wrapped in a very innocent yellow summer dress stomping down the hallway and out of sight. Crystalline snorting sweetly as she jumped out from behind her oversized desk, the surface covered in dozens of beige folders and various photos.

“Don't mind Cozy Glow, I think she has a bit of a anger problem?” Crystalline flaunted her oversized sweater sleeve towards me cutely, walking to my side before wrapping me into a huge hug.

“I decided to um…” I could feel my mouth growing dry as my heart raced wildly in my chest feeling a numb sensation in my feet.

“Come by and hang!? Or chill? You know...Chang!?” Crystalline did her best to strike a cool pose only succeeding in looking absolutely adorkable.

“Mm-hmm, yes.” I blushed a light crimson feeling a bit embarrassed on how I couldn't just let loose like she has.

“Cool beans! Honestly though I could use your help?” My new friend skipped across the room over to her desk happily, scanning over the dozens of folders in deep thought.

“Debate Club, Drama Club, Crystal Prep Map...oi!” Crystalline gave a loud squeal of delight, holding up a bright lime green folder out of the sea of beige.

“I need some photos on The Garden Club! Since I heard you're running it, could you take a few photos of the members and yourself for yearbook!?” Crystalline held out the folder to me with a beaming smile her messy green hair falling over her eyes slightly.

“I guess I could try.” I gave a worried whisper, not even sure I could get anyone else to join.

My luck I'd be all alone in the yearbook, a simple single photo with my face upon it in embarrassment. Lost at the very back for nobody to see nor even remember. My face burning a bright red as my hands turned numb the whole room feeling off balance.

“Try is all I ask!” Crystalline pulled me into a huge hug as I felt myself calming down.

“Vanilla Skies, just created her own VR game in the computer lab!” A young boy with light brown eyes exploded into the room a propeller hat fluttering on his head excitedly.

“Meh gawd! You get those photos of GC, I'm counting on you!” Crystalline squeed extra loud grabbing her camera off the desk, rushing out with the young boy in a blur of excitement.

Leaving me alone with my thoughts.

The anxiety of finding members clutching me into a slight panic. It would be quite hard to do so but not impossible right?

I was already regretting this.

I let my faded memories guide me down the many streets of this new world, cars filled with giggling friends or blaring music zooming past me as I walked in silence towards home. What would be my home for now at least my mind a haze of thoughts not quite my own, coming to a large yet cozy white house a few blocks from school.

I could feel this was my place yet felt my cheeks already flushing just in case it wasn't. Walking up the cracked walkway leading to my front door I took a deep breath, not sure how I should react to my parents in this reality.

Taking the knob in my hand I gave it a soft twist pushing the large wooden door open. My dark green eyes glowing in the icy dark abyss of this home, everything still and silent only the sound of my heart beating echoing loudly.

“Hello?” My whisper floated across the air delicately soon fading into obscurity of the abyss.

This home was just a house no sense of warmth or love present at all. My heart sinking in my chest as I femininely walked deeper into the void, spotting a pale white note placed upon a dresser just below a clicking clock on the wall ahead.

I walked over to pick it up in a numb sense of confusion, reading over the words carefully making sure to not mistake anything left behind for me. The words written in haste and flippantly upon the parchment.

“ We're off to a conference for two weeks, stay out of trouble. Mom.”

No pleasantries nor warmth. Not even a few hugs and kisses left behind just a quickly written note. I should feel relieved and happy to be alone yet instead I felt just a quiver of pain in my heart, a single tear rolling down my cheek and onto the paper below.

Wallflower was broken hearted and full of loneliness, correction I was broken. I had joined a club and even opened up to chat a few people up, yet had no one to share this news with.

Not a soul to speak too.

I bit my lower lip as my backpack fell to the floor with a loud thud, my legs weakening like jelly as I slid down the wall of my home sadly. Any strength to try and investigate the rest of this place fleeting into despair, my heart shifting into a somber rhythm as my hands lifted to my eyes.

Breaking down into tears.

Unable to stop.