They all simply see right through me. It's not that I'm actually invisible, but no one seems to take notice of me. Sometimes that can be a good thing, like if you're trying not to be noticed by someone you hate. But other times, when you think about it for awhile, you come up with more cons than pros.
I have a small group of friends, and my best friend, an Italian boy named Feliciano, seems to be the only one who can see the real me, Matthew Williams. I have a few other friends such as Ivan, Arthur, and my brother Alfred, but Ivan could sit on me and not even notice, while Alfred only sees me when he wants to.
All of the smart scientists say they have one major concern for introverts like me, and that would be the quality of our education. We sit in the back of the class, never really noticed by the teachers except on the extremely rare occasion that we work up the courage to raise our hand. Everyone claims that we live in an extrovert society, but that the value of introverts is overlooked. Social situations are not our forte, but when it comes to the written word, many of us can make some real magic.
I dream of being widely known by the entire world, but am also too afraid to even go up and talk to the girl I like, Michelle. I've liked her since what seems like the beginning of time, but in reality it's only been three years. She's shy like me but she's one of those jocks that are female, the ones that everyone knows and hangs out with. Whenever I talk to someone about her they always compliment her and tell me how nice she is, but that doesn't lessen the fear of telling her how I feel.
Feliciano always talks about how I don't need her, and I sometimes I think he's right, but whenever I see her I have not a drop of resolve in my body to try and give her up. If only I were less of a wall flower, maybe we would be friends again by now.
Or, if hockey was popular in this God-forsaken country of America, maybe I would become less invisible.