I'm not popular. I'm not hot. I'm not seen by others. I'm the one who sits in the back of the room hoping know one will see me.

Hi, My names shay and this is my story.

It just another day at home. My Mom was working on the computer. My step dad was making breakfast. My brother was in the bathroom taking a shower. And I was putting on my blue sketcher shoes. When a banging on the door outside put a chill down my spine.

I don't know why it set a chill down my spin it just did, but I felt like whatever was at the door was going to change my life forever. I looked at the mirror quickly. Everything was the same. Brownish gray eyes with brown curly hair and the most oval face you have ever seen. I wouldn't say that I'm skinny I'm normal weight but my height makes me look skinny. I'm around six foot tall maybe taller. I am wearing my usual t-shirt that is brown and lose hoodie that went for enough down that the hood covers my eyes but not my mouth. I have ear phones in but I am not playing anything. I'm super pale. If you put paper up to my skin it would match. I was wearing my ripped blue jeans and my cozy blue sketcher shoes. Then I heard my mom yell.

" Shay com down hear we have a visitor. I want you to meet him." My mom screamed up the stairs.

Now you might say that was polite but in my head she said " Shay get down hear, someone is hear and I don't want them to think I'm a loser."

"Coming" I yell back.

When i got down the stairs my mom was standing there with my step dad standing next to her. But they are not the ones I'm looking at. There was a man standing behind them that was so tall he almost touched the ceiling. Are ceiling is low but not that low its only around 7 feet tall.

"sit down" Mom said.

As I sat down on the couch a million things where going through my head. Who is this man? Why is he here? Has he found out my problem is? Did mom betray me and tell him everything?

"This is Dr. Ferm." Doctor I should have known that my mom called another doctor to help me with my problem. Which I cant even tell them what my problem is because for one i don't know what my problem is and two they will send my to area 51 or someplace where they will test on me and pick at me till i die of exhaustion. Besides the last doctor who tried to help me with my problem ended up with a broken wrist and 2 missing teeth that are still in the house somewhere.