Sonfic comp entry This is to the song 'Invsible' by Hunter Hayes. **DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG OR THESE LYRICS**


1. Invisible



Crowded hallways are the loneliest places
For outcasts and rebels
Or anyone who just dares to be different

I hitch the backpack higher up my shoulder as I search for my locker. I keep my head down, trying not to meet anybody's eyes. You can already tell I'm the 'new student'. I don't know my way around. I look down at the back of my hand, where I've written my locker number. It's smudged and blurred, but I can just barely make it out. 121. I make my way there.

And you've been trying for so long
To find out where your place is
But in their narrow minds
There's no  room  for anyone who dares to do something different
Oh, but  listen  for a minute


My eyes scan the hallways. I can see the cliques getting together already. The popular girls giggle as they whisper to each other, chattering like a flock of birds. Then there are the smart kids. They group together as well, laughing and showing each other the books they read over the summer. 

I sigh. There's no way I'm going to fit in to any of them. I'm too girly for the smart kids- my grades are good, but not good enough. And the popular girls? Forget it. They're all about blond and giggly- not a single person in that group has dark hair like my blood-red mass. They would throw me to the sidelines immediately.

I sigh, shaking my head. Too dark to be a popular chick. Too dumb to be a smart chick. 

And right then, I trip.

I'm not sure what happened. One second I'm standing, the next, I'm on the floor. I look up to see a figure disappearing around the corner.

I mutter a quick swear under my breath, scrambling to pick up my books. I'm surprised when another hand reaches out, helping me collect my papers. The same hand helps me to my feet, and I find another girl looking me in the eyes.

Trust the one
Who's been where you are wishing all it was
Was sticks and stones
Those words cut deep but they don't mean you're all alone
And you're not invisible


She smiles. "School can be tough, huh? Here." She places the last book on my stack.

I keep staring- though I know it's rude. Dark hair cascades down her back, and her eyes are large and blue- gorgeous, if they weren't framed by a large pair of glasses. She gives me a cocky smile. 


"Allis," I reply. She holds out her hand, and we shake.

"Why did you help me?" I ask.

She considers that. "No one should feel cast out."

"I don't-" I start, surprised that she can see right through me.

She laughs. "You do. I know how you feel. Two years ago. I came into a new school, and it was tough. But I got through it."

I look around, laughing to myself. "You probably didn't move from halfway across the country. I don't even know this school, or this town."

She touches my cheek, her hand soft and cold. I don't flinch away. She's kind, and gentle. "Listen to me."


Hear me out,
There's so much more to life than what you're feeling now
Someday you'll look back on all these days
And all this  pain is gonna be invisible


"This isn't all there is to life," she whispers. "You think it's tough, moving now. But this isn't gonna matter. In two years, you'll have forgotten all about it. It'll be all right."

"Thanks," I stammer. 

She smiles. "Where were you going?"

I check my hand again. "Room 339."

"That's my homeroom too," she grins. "I'll walk you."

"Thank you," I say again, barely a whisper. I want to say more. But there is nothing more to say. She just smiles, and we start down the hall.

These labels that they give you
just 'cause they don't understand
If you look past this moment
You'll see you've got a friend
Waving a flag for who you are
And all you're gonna do
Yeah, so here's to you
And here's to anyone who's ever felt invisible


I stop at my homeroom, and look back at her. "Thank you Tamarin."

She laughs. "No problem."

She turns to go, but I call out to her.


She looks back.

"Will I see you at lunch?"

A smile forms on her face. "I sit by biggest window," she says brightly. "There's always room for you. Lots of sunshine."

I smile back. "I'll see you then." And now between us is a new, soft warmth- the warmth of friendship.

Yeah, and you're not invisible
Hear me out,
There's so much more to life than what you're feeling now
And someday you'll look back on all these days
And all this pain is gonna be invisible
It'll be invisible

It's the first day of school. A boy walks through the crowds, hugging his backpack to his chest. His eyes are down. He doesn't want to be here. He's lost, and alone.

He reaches his locker, and pulls it open. He places his backpack in the locker, but all his papers fall out, spilling all over the floor. He goes down on his hands and knees, desperately trying to fix it. 

Two soft thuds. He looks up. Two girls are helping him, quickly gathering the papers back together. One smiles, and hands her stack of papers to the other. She offers her hand, and he takes it, standing up. The second girl gives him his papers.

"Hi," they say in unison.

"I'm Tamarin," says the one who helped him stand.

"Allis," says the one who gave him his papers.

"Mace... why did you help me?" he asks.

They smile at each other. It's Allis who speaks.

"No one should feel cast out."

"Where's your homeroom?" Tamarin asks.

Mystified by their kindness, the boy answers. "221."

"That's ours," Allis shrugs. "We can walk with you if you'd like."

For the first time this year, the boy smiles.

"That'd be great."

No one is invisible

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