Her you go…The very first story featuring lyokolady and Long lost sorrow…(that's me writing, by the way) So…Hope y'all like it! (You'd better, or I'm coming after you with a sword/knife/bow and arrow/katana! Lol, j/k!)

Invisible

"I said pay attention to me, Genevieve," my mother instructs in the front seat. I roll my eyes and bury my head deeper in my book. What's the point of listening to her when all she's going to do is lecture me?

Sometimes, I just don't understand why she even bothers. She should know by now that I never really listen to her; she's far too full of herself.

So I started to read Poe's 'The Raven' while my overpowering mother in the front seat drawled on and on about proper etiquette. Beside me, my little sister, Jamie slept on my shoulder. Our dad wasn't here at the minute, as he had forgotten to get up this morning. Again.

But at least he'd miss us, unlike our mom. Well, that is, if he remembered we were gone. You see, our dad has a very bad memory…I can't remember one time I've ever told him something when he hasn't forgotten it.

Well, there was the time in third grade when he ducked and the car was headed for him…But that was pretty much it.

Oops. Mother had stopped talking and I hadn't responded. We were all in for it now.

"Genevieve! Are you even listening to a word I'm saying? You do know this is for your own good. Genevieve, answer me!" I roll my eyes and turn the page silently.

"I don't understand how I could've raised such an arrogant child…" she starts. I snap my book shut loudly.

"Gee, I wonder who I could've possibly gotten it from. It sure is a mystery to me!" I snap at her. I can see her hands tighten on the steering wheel.

"You are just as bad as your half-wit father, I do not get you. You're so antisocial and depressed, sometimes I wonder if I should send you to one of those institutes for the mentally insane."

"Well, I'm sure they'd be more caring than you could ever possible be."

"I keep you and your sister fed, put a roof over your heads and what do I get? Rudeness and insults! Such horrible ways to torture a poor, innocent woman!" I snort and open my book again. She's so delusional sometimes, it's sad.

She thinks she's some kind of saintly, innocent, vindicated mother when all she really is is a woman who needs professional help. In my opinion, anyway. Jamie stirs beside me and yawns. Then, she sits up and smiles at me slightly. I smile at her and get back to my book.

Obviously, Mother isn't in the mood to argue any longer as she sits in silence for the rest of the ride to our new boarding school.

You see, neither me nor my sister have ever been to a boarding school before. Disciplinary schools, yes. Private schools, yes. Never boarding schools, though. This is an all-time low, even for her. I feel especially bad for Jamie, though. She's so shy, I'm scared she'll have a hard time at the new school. When people get to know her, she's such a wonderful person, but she's so horribly shy near anyone new.

I, on the other hand, couldn't care less what people think of me. I'd just sit around and read most of the time, but if it weren't for Jamie, I'd do it all the time. Excluding the essential things, of course. Like eating. And sleeping. And getting more books, of course. That's definitely one of the essentials.

We pull up in front of the school. I have to admit it, it doesn't look like much. Just another tall, brick building. Prep school. Ugh. I let my gaze sweep over the schoolyard.

A girl with bright red hair and another girl with cornrows are pestering a preppy-looking girl with black hair.

A boy wearing all purple, a boy in green, a nerdy looking boy in way too small khaki capris, a Japanese girl in all black and a naïve-looking girl with bright pink hair were all standing around a bench, staring at a computer.

A boy in red and black was leaning up against a wall, writing something on a piece of paper.

A flock of girls stood on the side of the grounds, staring at the boy in green and visibly giggling.

I roll my eyes. This is what I have to deal with. Fabulous. Just fabulous. Don't you just love cliques?

Mother opens the door and steps out. I sigh deeply and open my door, Jamie following meekly behind me. She hates it when I fight with Mother.

My guess on Mother would be that she'll just dump us here on the outskirts of this idiotic school I don't want to go to. That's just who she is. I mean, what with being the huge amazing businesswoman she is…

Sure enough, here she goes.

"I'm sorry, kids, but I have an appointment at one and it's," she pauses to check her clock, "Eleven thirty. Have fun!" she leaps back into the car and drives away. I shake my head at the retreating back of her convertible and look at Jamie.

"Come on, Jamie, I'll be right here for you."

We walk to a huge building that's probably where the main office is and go through the doors. A receptionist is sitting behind a big desk in the corner. She smiles at us and waves us into the office behind her. I pull Jamie into the office after me and we stand there, staring at the back of a red, leather superfluous-looking chair as the man sitting in it talks on a telephone. Finally, he stops talking and we hear a slight tap as he hits the 'end' button.

"Are you the new students?"

No we're the crew of the Titanic…Duh, idiot!

"Yes, sir," I say aloud. He spins around and sets the phone down with a click.

"Well, splendid, your schedules are here," he tells us and hands us our schedules. I take them and hand Jamie hers. She smiles back at me nervously and I grin at her. The principal gives a weak smile and puts his glasses on.

"You two have been put in the same room…Here are your keys to the dorm room…Now, if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to," he opens the daily paper and ignores us. I stand slowly, just in case he decides to keep talking to me. He doesn't. I head for the door, Jamie right behind me.

"So…Where's the dorm?" Jamie asks me quietly. I hand her a map I took from the principal's desk and she gazes at it for a second. Then, she takes off to the right. I follow her around the corner to a huge brick building. She stops short in her tracks and I stare.

"This is the hugest building I've ever seen," she says, her voice holding shock and awe. I grin at her.

"Race you up the stairs?" she smiles at me.

"You know I'll win." I smile back. We tease each other like this constantly when there's no one around.

Let me explain. I'm extremely anti-social. It's not that I hate people, it's just that they can be s irritating sometimes. I prefer to sit and read by myself or listen to music. It's way comforting and soothing.

My anti-social-ness might also have something to do with the fact that I have a horrible temper. It takes me a while to lose it, but after that…Well, let's just say I've lost a lot of friends that way.

But I've always had Jamie. She may be quiet, but she's a great listener. She's always there when you need her and is definitely the best friend I've ever had. That might be because we're only a year apart.

I put one of my feet behind the other in anticipation of the race. We are pretty evenly matched, so these races can get pretty heated.

"On your mark…Get set…GO!" I yell. We both take off, reaching the doors at the same time and sprint up the stairs to the floor. She gets ahead of me and I attempt to speed up. Mistake.

Bad mistake.

I slip slightly and lose my balance. A door opens in front of me, revealing a bright-pink haired girl. I barrel directly into her and knock her over. Jamie skids to a stop and turns the same shade of pink as the girls' hair for me. I groan and roll over to get up. The girl looks mildly surprised to have just been knocked over by someone she doesn't know. I feel my cheeks heat up.

"I'm so sorry, It was an accident…" I hear myself say. The girl smiles brightly and waves her hand.

"No, it's all right. It was my fault for not paying attention when I opened the door." I blink at her. That made absolutely no sense, but there wasn't any sarcasm in her voice, so I suppose she just meant well.

"Um…Thanks…I'm Genevieve, by the way. Me and Jamie just got here." The girl blinks at me.

"Who?" I turn to point at Jamie, only to find she's not there.

"Um…My sister, Jamie. She must have gone to our room already. Oh, well." The girl stands and brushes herself off. I jump up.

"Sorry again." She shrugs.

"These things happen all the time. I'll be fine, don't worry."

"Um…Okay…" I say, losing my train of thought. Great. The first day of school, and I've already bodily harmed one of the students.

I just can't wait until class starts.

So…There you go. Review.