Chapter 1

"Ahh! I'm late!" I cry as I run out the front door, just managing to leap onto the bus. I walk down the isle finding the perfect seat alone in the back. Once I sit down I take out my sketch pad; the only thing that comforts me.

Two stops and ten minutes later, I'm at school and sitting at my desk with my sketch pad on it. As always, I'm the first one there. I look around the classroom. The room had 30 desks, each one of them about a foot apart from each other. At the front of the classroom, there was the teacher's desk and a whiteboard right above it. Other than the whiteboard, the walls were bare and empty, and the only source of light was a small window about the size of my desk at the back of the room.

Just then, a bunch of my classmates walk into the room and take their seats. Then came the teacher. Everyday, she finds a new student to pick on. Today is my turn. "Grace! Put that thing away!" she yells. I squeak in reply and hastily put away my sketch book.

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After at least 3 hours of science, math, and art, its finally time to go to lunch. Of course, I sit alone at table by myself. Like every other day. I look up from my salad to see another girl sitting by herself at the other edge of the table. She has long, black hair and small brown eyes. I instantly recognize her. Isabella Kim. The new girl in my art class. She looks up and catches my eye. "Hi...?"

Chapter 2

  As soon as school is over I run up to my bedroom and flop onto my bed and think about the girl I saw during lunch.

Saturday turns into Sunday which turns into terrible school day.All I needed then was talk with Jenna Davis,a horrible girl who only knows how to bully me.She's the one who gave me the nickname "Invisible Girl."Which in my opinion is the worst nickname you can have.

The other problem with Jenna is that she has so many friends,this only makes my life harder.

  I was closing my locker ready to get a head start to class when Jenna and her gang of girls stopped by my locker for their daily "bullying".I tried to make a run for it when she grabbed my sketch pad from my backpack."Hey,girls look at this trash,"called Jenna to her pals.

"Give it back!"I say desperatly, reaching for the prized book. But Jenna pulled it away."I'll keep it,thanks,"she says flipping through the book.It was hopeless.I lost my best buddy forever.  

Jenna seized my backpack,took out a book and "dropped" it,smirking as she walked away with her friends,leaving me standing there,helpless.  

Sadness is the only word to describe my life.Sad in all the ways possible.Sad from morning to noon to night.Why am I so sad you ask?Probably because I lost my sketch pad forever and ever and ever.

*Sigh*.I guess I'll have to live without my lovely sketch pad.

My dad and I are going to a Chinese restaurant for dinner.He says its super fancy.I dunno what my dad thinks of fancy.I remember one time dad said we were going to a fancy steakhouse and I wore something close to a ball gown.I don't ever want to go back there again.

"It's time to go,hon,"dad called from downstairs.

When we got there the waiter accompanied us to our

table and told us to take a seat.I ordered a weird chick pea thing that I saw everyone getting.

  About thirty minutes later our food finally arrives.Although it doesn't smell that great, I still try to take a bite from the "soggy cashews".It was so bad I felt like spitting it out.The worst thing ever!

  Soon the waiter comes back to ask if we wanted dessert.I gave my dad a look that says "no thank you".So my dad asks for a to-go box and the waiter gives me three fortune cookies.I decided to open one in the car.I look at the fortune it says only one word: loser."So true," I mumble under my breath so only I can hear.

  I look outside the window as we drive home.I can see tiny snowflakes fall to the ground.It's not surprising knowing that it's December.I really can't wait for Christmas,but I'm not really sure why because I don't have any friends to celebrate it with.Jenna took my only friend. 

 My dad and I are going to his work for a Christmas party.He says there might not be any kids that I can play with.

  Oh well,it's not like I really care,I already live with no friends. No pressure.