I’m the girl that goes unnoticed, day after day. The one you silently pass in the hallway every day, her head always down, clothes faded together like the scenery on a foggy morning. The girl no one ever bothers to wave or say hi to, and never hangs out with a group of friends in the hall. I’m the same girl that sits at Jerry’s Diner every night reading a book or writing in a notebook, always alone at the table, sipping on a tea or soda. Although no one notices me, I silently sit and watch others around me. I notice their emotions, and their body language. Sometimes, I can see their emotions, and see their thoughts. Maybe I’m just crazy, but that’s just another thing you wouldn’t notice.
It was happening again. I woke up to the sound of loud noises of breaking glass, and it was only 2:00 AM. I slowly sit up and look around my room, feeling mad and irritated. Why does he do this over, and over? I thought, shaking my head. I climb out of bed throwing on a hooded sweatshirt and I head downstairs. When I finally get to the kitchen I see my drunken dad throwing plates, stumbling over his own feet.