Prompt: Invisible (submitted by AMessofPickles)

"Cammie? CAMMIE. This isn't funny, you know. Where are you?" A girl with blonde pigtails stood lost in the crowd, spinning dizzily as her eyes darted back and forth, trying to pinpoint her friend. The carnival was loud and the noises pressed against her from all sides. Cammie's mom had stopped by one of the booths and told them – firmly – to stay put. So where was Cammie?

"I'm right here." A quiet voice spoke from beside her and Hannah jumped in fright. Cammie's brown eyes studied her curiously. "I was standing just a few feet away, you know."

Hannah blinked. "You were?" Impossible. She'd looked in that spot only a moment ago, and all that she'd seen was a wisp of brown hair and several moving bodies who had pushed past her. The carnival was an easy place to get lost.

"Yes, I was."

"Stop teasing me, that isn't funny," Hannah frowned. "I looked over there. You weren't. I thought you went back to find your mom." Cammie shook her head furiously.

"I was standing there the whole time."

"Fine," Hannah conceded. "Let's just wait here for your mom."

That afternoon, after Hannah left, Cammie crept into her mother's study.

"Mom?" she inquired. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," Rachel Morgan answered her daughter, gesturing to her lap. Cammie clambered up and sat there obediently, gazing up at her mother.

"Am I different?"

"That's an odd question," Rachel remarked. "Different how?"

"I don't know. Maybe… invisible?" Cammie said slowly, forming the syllables with her mouth.

A smile quirked the corner of Rachel's mouth. "I can see you. And anyways, what makes you say that?" Rachel questioned.

"Earlier today, Hannah couldn't find me in the crowd, and I was standing only a few feet away from her," Cammie explained. "Is that strange?"

"Were you trying to get her attention?" Cammie considered her mother's question.

"No, I was actually doing it on purpose. I was just being quiet and trying to blend in with the crowd without moving too far away. I wanted to see if she would notice. And she didn't. Does that make sense? Am I invisible?"

"No, of course not!" Rachel laughed, smoothing her daughter's plain brown hair. "You're not invisible. You're a pavement artist."

Ah, it's short, sadly. Read and review? Leave me a prompt, too! (all you have to do is pick a word. One word, and I'll see what I can do with it!) ;)