Invisible. That would be the one word to sum up the life of Kaley Thorne. No matter what she did, no matter who she spoke to, no matter what she achieved, she would always be invisible.
She was like a ghost that roamed the corridors of her life, never being seen or heard. Nobody ever remembered her and nobody ever actually cared about her. She didn’t exist.
Of course, Kaley Thorne wasn’t actually invisible, it just felt that way. She was, in actual fact, a living and breathing sixteen year old. She had ten fingers, ten toes, a nose and everything else you would expect to find on a female human.
She had long dark hair, blue eyes, glasses, and was average height. She also had a small freckle on her left cheek that often looked like a dab of chocolate.
There was just something about her that made people not notice her. They would even bump into her and not apologize, like she was a pesky wall that had jumped out at them.
Kaley was tired of it. She wanted to be seen and she wanted people to take notice. And she made that decision while standing in the middle of the school cafeteria at 12:43 p.m.
Summoning all her courage, Kaley put one foot in front of the other and moved toward the table. She stood on the seat and waited for people to notice. They didn’t. She took a deep breath.
“I am Kaley Thorne and I am here,” she yelled at all her fellow students. The cafeteria was packed full of people, talking and laughing amongst themselves. They didn’t even flinch at the sudden yelling from the invisible girl.
Not one person looked at her.
Deflated, Kaley got down and plunked onto the seat. She pulled her lunch closer and started eating. She had tried. She was always trying. It just never worked. Maybe someday people would see her, today obviously wasn’t that day. Perhaps it would be tomorrow.
“Were you just standing on the seat or was I imagining things?” Harper, also a sixteen year old with visibility issues, sat across the table. She was red headed with sparkling green eyes hidden beneath her bangs.
Harper was one of only two people that actually saw Kaley for who she was and she loved her to bits. They had been friends since they could remember, an unshakable bond that got them through high school. Neither would have survived very long without the other.
“Of course I wasn’t just standing on the seat.” Kaley smiled with her secret. “Must have been someone else.”
“Right,” she answered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. And pigs might fly too. “So did you hear about Eli and Abigail?”
Kaley shook her head. Eli and Abigail were the ‘it’ couple of their school. They had been together for ages – about three months – and they were always smooching up the corridors.
To make things worse, Eli’s locker was right beside Kaley’s. Too many times to count she had tried to get books from her locker only to have Abigail’s perfect body pressed against it. She would always keep walking, they wouldn’t notice her when she politely asked them to move anyway.
“What about Eli and Abigail?”
“They broke up.”
“Really? Finally I get my locker back.”
“They had a big fight this morning in the courtyard, everyone saw,” Harper said, nodding with a look of knowing on her face. “She cried and everything.”
“Abigail cried? I didn’t know she had tear ducts.”
“Full on sobbing.”
Kaley was impressed the girl had real emotions. She didn’t seem too concerned when she was berating her underlings. She had never in her life spoken a word to Kaley, she never even noticed her enough to berate her.
There were good sides to being invisible sometimes. It meant the mean girls didn’t see you either.
“Oh well.” Kaley shrugged. “I guess life will go on.”
“I wonder who he’ll move on to. Eli is a good catch. He’s on the football team, he’s smart, and his parents are loaded. He’ll probably be snapped up in a second.”
“Not if you want to live. Abigail will kill anyone who comes near him. She will still claim him as her territory.”
“She won’t have a valid claim, they’ve broken up.”
“It doesn’t matter. Nobody will cross Abigail.”
They both nodded in agreement, lamenting the fact Eli would always be off limits to any of the other girls in the school. It was a pity, but like Kaley said, life goes on. There were far more things to worry about in high school. Boys were only one of the distractions.
Harper stood. “I’ve got to go to the library before the next class. You want to come with?”
“Sure, why not.”
Kaley looked around, thinking nobody would miss her anyway. Every table held groups of chattering students, all happy and oblivious. It should have been difficult to feel isolated in a room full of people, but Kaley found it easy. If it wasn’t for Harper, she may as well not even exist.
It was funny the type of kids that hung out in the library over a lunch break. If Kaley stood there long enough, she could identify three different types.
The first were the kind that didn’t want to be seen there. They would hurry in, look around to make sure they didn’t recognize anybody, grab what they needed, and check out just as fast. They were in and out in less than two minutes if they weren’t caught in the act.
The second type were those that loved the library. They were the ones that volunteered to be student librarians and would spend every spare minute of the day there.
They were also the kind that jumped at their own shadows and couldn’t make eye contact with others. Despite this, Kaley thought they had a certain attitude to them. Perhaps they were the rebellious ones, defying social conventions by being social outcasts.
Something to think about.
The third kind were the ones that were casual visitors. They needed something from the library but were quite content to take their time browsing. They didn’t care who saw them there, they only cared about that elusive book they needed for some purpose or another.
That was Kaley and Harper. They wandered through the stacks looking for a book on medieval times. Either they were late and all the books had been checked out already, or the school was seriously underfunded and skipped the era entirely. Probably a combination of both.
“There’s nothing here,” Harper whined.
“You could Google it. You know, like a normal person.”
“I like books.”
Kaley rolled her eyes and leaned against the shelf, conjuring some patience. She checked her phone – no messages. She never got messages unless they were from her mom. Just once she would like to see notification of a million unread messages and missed calls.
The popular girls would always have messages, she lamented. Even her mom would have unread messages. The situation was starting to get dire. Surely people would start noticing her soon.
“Aha! Here is it,” Harper said happily as she slid out a thick book on the medieval world.
“Can we go now?”
“After I find a book on diseases. I want to look up my symptoms and see what I’ve got.”
“Google it,” Kaley laughed. “There is nothing wrong with you anyway. You really want to be diagnosed by a computer programmer?”
“Fine, let’s go.”
They checked out the book and stepped into the corridors. As they did, the bell rang right over their heads. They headed toward class in opposite directions.
Halfway to her next class, Kaley realized she didn’t have the book she needed. It was safely resting in her locker, she had forgotten to get it with all the excitement of the library visit. She could have slapped herself.
Instead, she took a detour and changed directions. She couldn’t sit through a whole hour of math without having the textbook. No doubt dodgy Mr. Spingle would have something to say about it.
Kaley’s locker combination was easy to remember – 13, 3, 17. Thirteen for the number of times she had been left off the morning roll call, three for the number of teachers who asked who she was when she turned up at
their class (at the end of the semester), and seventeen for the number of times her mother had asked her why she wasn’t going to a school function. The numbers were slowly increasing.
She retrieved her math book and closed the locker again as quickly as possible. She didn’t want to have to change the 3 for a 4 when she got to Math. She preferred playing it low key when it came to classes, it got her out of doing any extracurricular activities.
As Kaley turned to hurry away, she hit something similar to a brick wall and her books and bag scattered to the ground. She focused her eyes and saw Eli Stone standing there. He had run right into her, or visa-versa. It was probably visa-versa.
“I’m sorry,” Eli apologized, kneeling to the ground to help her throw everything back into her bag.
“It’s okay,” Kaley replied, trying to quickly get the tampons back in her bag without them being noticed. She could feel her face burning with embarrassment.
“You’re late for Math too, right?”
“Yeah, I forgot my book.”
“Me too.” Eli smiled as the last of the contents were back where they should be.
They stood, and as they did, Kaley realized something. Eli had seen her. Probably not when they had collided, but he had helped her and spoken with her.
That never happened.
Normally when people ran into her they would just keep walking. They would pretend nothing had happened, the way you do when you trip over a crack on the pavement. But Eli had stopped, he had looked, and he had seen her.
Kaley stared at him, wondering if it could possibly be true. Had Eli, the Eli, really spoken with her? Could it be she really wasn’t invisible after all? It was all too much to wish for. She was being silly. She tried to make her body function again.
“You’re in my French class too, right?”
“Uh, yeah,” Kaley managed to stammer out.
Eli held her gaze for a moment longer before relaxing his shoulders. “I’d better get my book and go to class.” He nodded toward his locker.
“Oh, of course. I’ll see you there.” Kaley forced herself to turn around and walk away.
She was dazed and confused, a state she quite often found herself in lately. She hurried to class, trying to put all thoughts of Eli out of her mind. He was probably just being polite, or making fun of her. Whatever it was, it was nothing to get all girly about.
Sure, Eli was tall with luscious dark hair and blue eyes that shone like a thousand stars. And when he smiled he had dimples in his cheeks that were adorable. But that only meant he had much prettier and cooler girls after him.
It meant he couldn’t possibly see her. It was stupid to think otherwise.
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Jamie Campbell grew up in the New South Wales town of Port Macquarie as the youngest of six children. She now resides on the Gold Coast in Queensland, Australia.
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