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Miss Invisible

By MichaelaAnneSchultz

Other / Romance

Part I

Goode High was a dark and ruthless place, especially for the girl known as Miss Invisible. No one noticed the flow of blonde locks that floats through the crowds of students, as if it were liquid gold shining, shining brighter than the sun itself or the stormy grey eyes filled with so much sadness, hidden behind what society marked as "Nerd Glasses" that helped her see her way cause of she was short sighted.

No-one knew her name, not that anyone ever asked her. She was forever known as a big nobody, as Miss Invisible to the world because no one acknowledged her presence. She admitted to herself that in the beginning it stung, but over the last two years since she came to Goode High School, the pain dulled but not by much.

But that didn't mean that she was left alone to wallow in her misery.

Miss Invisible was cast aside the second she stepped into the cafeteria. No one let her sit with them, not even the outcasts. No, they cast her out when usually they took in the outcasts from clicks that no longer wanted them but even they acted as if she were invisible so she took to sitting under the bleachers on the foot ball field, quietly eating her lunch in silence.

Within the first week, the popular kids like Drew Tanaka stepped on her, shoving her around and mocking her because she wore glasses. That was the first of many comments. Miss Invisible tried everything to fit in, wearing revealing clothes, taking off her glasses, trying to act dumb in class when in truth she was the smartest one there.

No one took noticed.

Today Miss Invisible's day had started the same way as always with customary shove that caused her to fall down the stairs, her history text books being thrown across the floor as she landed with a painful thump onto the ground. Her glasses fell off and skidded to the side where she watched helplessly as a black designer Luis Vuitton high heel worth up to $10 000 dollars stomped on her glasses.

Miss invisible cringed as she heard the glass of her frames crack beneath the heel.

Miss Invisible looked up, tears streaming down as she looked at the high school princess, Drew Tanaka, faking concern she said, "What's the matter Miss Invisible?" After her little display of sincerity which had garnered the interest of quite a few students. Lifting her boot off the ground she brought it down with enough force the glasses to break. A grin of satisfaction tugging at her lips when she heard sharp gasps that her left her lips. "Oh, silly me! I didn't mean to break your glasses." Finally bored with her little act she began to laugh. It brought her great joy to get a cheap laugh from a student's demise. After all who was there to protest or go against her. Miss Invisible reached out and picked up her cracked glasses and put them on as everyone joined in with Drew, all of them screaming with laughter.

She got to her knees and started collecting all of her books and papers that had fallen out of her hands and failed to notice that someone had gotten down to help her. She only cried harder as she snatched the papers from them and ignored the person asking her if she was alright because all she could hear as she ran through the tunnel of spectators that had gathered was the roaring laughter.

That day Miss Invisible sat in the library, hiding in the furthest corner of the library, trying to do her reading in silence. But the snickers she could hear coming from a short distance ahead of her, slowly ate away at her.

As Miss Invisible stared into her architecture book she had taken from the shelf near her, the tears started pouring from her eyes, dropping in sequence onto the page in front of her. She always tried to hide herself in her work, but truthfully, it never worked because the silence made the hurt even worse.

She was forever alone in the cruel world.

Miss Invisible was once again at home alone because her mother cared more about her work once again. Not once had she been home by the time her daughter arrived and miss invisible was destroyed by it. Her father didn't give a damn about her because he was off in San Francisco with his other family, not caring about his eldest daughter.

Miss invisible seemed invisible to everyone, her own family included.

She just wished to end her suffering now. She stood in front of the kitchen sink, still dressed in the clothes that she wore to school today, the top two buttons of her blouse undone with it being half tucked and half un-tucked. Her red skirt hung loosely over her hips with button undone, with no shoes on, only her white ankle socks on her feet.

Clasped in her right hand was steak knife and she had its sharp edge hanging about her left wrist that was littered with fading and still healing scars, ready to cut away the pain once again, staring at her broken reflection in the knife's smooth surface.

She was ready to cut through her skin once again when the door bell rang. That was her dinner. She had ordered pizza, which is usually what she had almost every night because she was always alone.

She sighed as she placed the knife down on the sink's edge and went to her mother's office and picked up the money that her mother always left for her every night and headed to the door. She sighed as she opened the door and looked down at the floor as the pizza delivery guy handed her the pizza she has ordered and told her the total, to which she handed him the money and closed the door, but found herself finding the guy's face familiar.

She had seen him somewhere before but she couldn't put her finger on it but for now she was nothing but hungry.

The next day at school, as usual, she was eating lunch outside, under the bleachers like she did every day, silently eating her left over pizza that she had gotten last night, but truthfully, she wasn't very hungry.

She picked up her architecture book and continued reading it when the distinctive sound of someone crushing up paper caught her attention. She sighed and pushed her glasses up to the bridge of her nose and looked around, her eyes widening as she saw that she wasn't alone.

A short distance away, under the next section of bleachers there was male, lying on the ground, propped up on his elbows with his eyes closed. He had a mop of midnight black hair that was unruly and wild in a handsome kind of way as the gently breeze made his hair dance.

He had a warm sun kissed tan that gave her the impression that he obviously went to the beach a lot, his cheek bones were strong and tension free. He lay there wearing a short sleeved blue buttoned up shirt and Miss Invisible found herself blushing as she started at his muscular arms that supported him up at the perfect viewing angle.

He looked like a Greek God bathing in the sunlight.

She was about to try and move when he opened his eyes and turned to look at her, staring at her curiously with his deep sea green eyes that reminded her of emeralds as they held a playful sparkle to them.

She gasped when he looked at her, not just because she was surprised but because she recognized him. She walked past him every day in the library, he was the one the knelt down and tried to help her yesterday, and he was the one who delivered her pizza to her house.

He was staring at her with an unfamiliar emotion as he sat up and pushed himself to his feet, picking up his bag and his shoes which he wasn't wearing and walked towards her, and she found herself getting nervous. Is this another bully coming? Have they found me at last? She thought worriedly as he inched closer to her.

He stopped just in front of her and looked down at her as he smiled at her, causing her to blush. "Hello. You're the girl from yesterday who was shoved down the stairs by those bullies." She nodded once, "I am sorry about that, I tried to help you."

"Th-thank you," She stuttered.

"It's a pleasure. I would do anything to help someone in need. Secretly, I despise bullies," He continued as he placed his bag and shoes down before sitting next to her. "Silly me, I never introduced myself. My name is Perseus Jackson but I prefer to be called Percy. What's your name?" He asked as he started rummaging through his bag whilst Miss Invisible found herself wanting to cry.

No one had ever been nice to her. No one had ever asked her name before. Is the end of the world coming today? Is this for real? She thought calmly as Percy stared at her.

"It's okay if you don't tell me. I just thought it would be much better if I called you by your name instead of stranger, nobody or Miss Invisible by everyone else." He said calmly as took a bit of his sandwich he had pulled out of his lunch bag.

"My name? You want to know my name?" She whispered cautiously as she watched him nervously.


She thought for a moment. It had been so long since she had told anyone her name before and now she had someone asking what it was. It had to be a dream so she pinched herself to make sure which caused Percy to burst out laughing.

"You are one strange character." He giggled and she found herself hurt by that comment, "I like that about you." He continued and she found the hurt dissipating into nothing and all that remained was a smile that found it's way onto her face. It was the first time she had smiled in a really long time. Percy was babbling animatedly to himself when she made her choice.

She whispered her name.

Percy stopped the second she whispered her name. "Sorry, I didn't hear you. What did you say?" Percy asked unsure of what she had said.

"Annabeth." She answered softly. "My name is Annabeth Chase." A grin broke out on Percy's face and Annabeth couldn't control her own. She had finally been given a name, to someone she had become a person and was no longer invisible, maybe she might have a better future now.

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