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When someone can't take it no more...


Submitted:Aug 31, 2013    Reads: 94    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


I'm invisible. Everyone ignores my existence. Except me. I've got no friends. Even my own parents don't know what's going on in my life because it doesn't interest them. In fact, it doesn't interest anybody. The only time people notice me is to reproach me something. The one I hear most often these days assures me that I will not do anything good later in life, that nobody will ever remember me.

I don't have very good school grades so it's the only way that others have found to put me down. Since I'm invisible, nobody pays attention to what I do. I don't know what I want to do later. I just turned seventeen and my parents have forgotten. Once again… The school is almost over. I still haven't received a single response to my college application for next year. They must have forgotten too. It happens to me all the time. So what I'll do with my life? My future? But do I have one? Is this a bit morbid to teach me that I will die soon so that my life stops at seventeen?

Since I don't go to college next year, I tried to get a job. Not really more successful. The major fast foods blame my lack of experience. Stores refuse to pay any attention to me. I even saw a woman put my resume in the trash after my departure. Nobody wants to give me a chance to improve myself, to have a little experience. But why?

I don't want to be invisible. I want people to remember me. I want them to know I did something they remember, made possible event that it's thanks to me if it happened. I've been looking for something that finally people recognize me. I have long pondered the question. I want to get noticed, to recognize me in the street. I searched the internet to find a way to be famous. I had to find something and fast: school year is almost over. It will be cool at graduation! Then I had a dream that finally opened my eyes to what I had to do.

There is an event for children at the mall near my home this Saturday. And I cloned the safe key from my father, the trunk where he puts his gun collection. I think I'm going to have fun this Saturday.

If you want to see me go down in history, just take a ride to the mall.

THE END





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