It was a nice day, a bit gloomy unlike the other day, but I supposed because it was September and I started school that same day. My day was great. I mean I did what I do every day. I woke up, got dressed, washed up, got down and went to the shrine room that I made.

  Me: good morning DAD!! MOM!! I am going to breakfast now and then head to school.

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  In that room I had put a photo of my dad and mum. They had a car accident when they were coming back from a holiday. I live alone but my uncle supports me financially plus I have grandparents who come from time to time. But lately not at all. I was walking toward my school thinking what will happen if I disappear just one day, would anyone care? Would anyone notice that if I was gone? Maybe my friends. And then it hit me? I faced a wall and hit my head on the wall of my school. I rubbed it and then took a breath and put on my fake smile that everyone loves. Yet none remembers me, i sit in the back of a classroom, even the teacher doesn't notice me. I am just a shadow created, somehow. School finished fast, nothing exciting happened.