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Dawn
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This is toward the beginning of Look at the Stars, which is basically the typical romance. I wrote basically all that I have in high school, and this is still my first draft, so… be hard on it lol. She’s just in school. They had a boring senior meeting just before this section. I decided this would be a good section to share, since this is when she first meets a man who quickly wedges himself into her life.

The next two hours passed pretty quickly, and I went to my locker to grab my text for my third hour class. The substitutes had been making us do work straight out of the book.

Somebody tapped me on the shoulder. “Hey. I think you dropped your pen.”

I turned around shocked for two reasons: 1) someone was actually talking to me—the invisible obstacle—and 2) that I had dropped my pen. I never drop my pen. I was shocked for a third reason when I turned around and saw one of the most attractive guys I had ever seen holding up my pen with a very amused face.

I instinctively pulled the black hoody I always wore over my fingers and stammered, “Umm… yeah. That’s my pen alright.” I reached for it and pulled it out of his fingers before turning around back to my locker, expecting the blue-eyed blond to just walk away, and I’d never see him again. I would go back to being invisible.

But life was cruel.

“So, I’ve never seen you before. Of course, I’ve only been here for a few hours, but that’s beside the point. What’s your name?”

I shut my locker a little bit too hard and turned to face the interruption of my normal, invisible, life. “That’s because I’m invisible.”

He chuckled, “Invisible? I see you just fine.”

“You’re not supposed to. I live quietly, and my purpose is to just sit there silent until nobody even notices me anymore. I’ve been doing it since ninth grade.”

He looked like he was mulling that over in his head. Figuring that since he was blond, it would take awhile, I began to walk away. “I have a class to get to.”

The blond followed me. “What’s your next class?”

“English. Now, can I get back to my invisibility?”

He smiled, “No. Go to class. I would hate for you to be tardy. By the way, you have a new teacher if you had Mrs. Hilks.” He turned and walked to the science room. I was hoping I’d never see that annoyance again.

As I said, though; life is cruel.