"The rain," my mom said, looking up from the sink, "It's, like..."
"Softer," I suggested, looking up from my homework and turning towards the scene outside the little trailer. We had just moved, and everything in this new town felt safer.
"Lilac," I decided, nodding.
"Oh, yeah, I had forgotten about lilac."
We looked at each other. We were safe. Maybe.
"Are you ready for school?"
"Sort of," I shrugged, throwing everything into my backpack.
"Did you pack lunch?"
"Yeah," I lied, swinging the strap over my shoulder. I never ate lunch. Or breakfast. Or dinner. Big meals were a no-no. But what she didn't know wouldn't kill her.
"I'll be working a late shift tonight, but if you want to bring a friend over, it's fine by me," she shot me a quick smile. My mom was beautiful. We both had the same long, wild black hair and dark eyes, but my mom had something extra. Something special. I wondered what it was. Warmth, I decided.
I attempted to return the smile; we both knew I never brought anyone home. It wasn't that I was incapable of making friends, I just didn't like to bring them home. Things weren't ideal. "Alright, thanks, Mom. See ya."
I walked out the door, scraping my feet along the carpet. I didn't want to go to school; I just wanted to stay in our little trailer and strum on my little guitar and forget the world existed. Was that too much to ask?
The trailer park we lived in was nicer than our last one. And by that, I mean there wasn't garbage littering every lot. They hung Christmas lights year round because that was the cheapest option, but I thought it gave it a little charm. I liked it.
I had to walk two miles to get to my new school; Mom had to walk three to work. We still didn't have a car.
I was going to the biggest school in the city. Mom said it had a really good music program, but I wasn't sure I was going to sign up. Mom wouldn't be able to make any of the recitals anyways, and she was the one who mattered. The only one.
Luckily, I wasn't the only new girl this year. It was freshmen year so all the fifteen year olds would be new. Thankfully. Maybe no one would stare at me.
As I predicted, no one did. In fact, the only person who even acknowledge my presence was the attractive, black haired boy who shared the locker next to mine. Even then, it was only a slight glance and then he looked away. Must be a sophomore. Maybe even a junior.
I shifted in my too-big clothes, and allowed my hair to fall over my face.
I was invisible.
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