What is the definition of Invisible? Kim Connweller.
No. That wasn't a joke. Technically to everyone in La Push Res. High, I am invisible. I also doubt my parents even remember my name. The only exceptions of my invisible-ness are my 3 friends Liz, Nia and Carolyn; because it seems to me they can see me perfectly. I don't blame my parents for forgetting about me. It just seems that no one bothers to look twice with my too high cheek bones, normal lips, with a straight pointed nose and crow black hair, which is horribly straight. The only 'beautiful' things about me are my pearly white teeth and exotic skin.
Everyone in La Push had dark, tanned skin, yet I had a goldish tint that made me look a bit more, as I said before, exotic. But it didn't matter, because the one person whose attention I craved since second grade has never looked in my general direction. You may think that's an exaggeration, but it's not. The only time he's ever even spoken with me was in 6th grade when he asked for a pencil. He didn't even give it back.
Okay yes. Having a tiny crush on someone isn't that horrible. Except when you've had an obsession since you were seven and that obsession has carried over ten years later. It may even sound insane, stalker-ish and creepy, but I have known we'd be together since the day I turned seven. I've just felt that connection with him ever since I met him. This boy's name is….Jared Tal. The handsome, super popular, sexy, amazingly cool, and totally unattainable boy that seems to always run through my head.
How do I know that he's so 'cool' and 'popular'? That's easy. I pay too much attention. I know his friends, his hobbies, his family, right down to his favorite color. It's a forest green. The same color I wore the day he noticed I existed. After two weeks of absence and confusion, my object of obsession came back and finally noticed me. Not like I care. He won't get to me. And I won't cave in.
The life of Kimberly Connweller, as told by, Kimberly Ann Connweller.