There has always been something in the back of my mind that tells me I'm different. It's not the kind of different that makes you you, it's the kind of different that makes you no one. I feel like I'm not in this world, like a spirit of the dead. I feel like people walk right through me sometimes, like I can't be seen. Little did I know, this was all true, and only people who believe can see.

Everything sounds stereotypical, like it was taken from a movie. Trust me, I would much rather act than have all of this be my reality.

I've discovered I don't really have a purpose, or not one that I thought was important. I've always felt unwanted, like a fly in the windowsill. You almost never notice me, but when you do, you wish I would go away and leave you alone.

I always lived in the background, and I always thought it was because I blended in so well. Now I realize its because no one believes in ghosts, so they physically can't see me.

I was fine with this, until I saw a boy staring at me. My first thought was he can't see me. No one at this school believes in ghosts. Maybe there's something on another kid's face. Then I realized he was looking at me, right in my eyes. He walked up to me, smiling.

"Hi," he smiles widely, examining my face.

"Hi," I say softly, smiling back.

"You're pretty," he blurts, and his entire face is bright red. "Agh! Sorry, sorry, sorry, I just blurt things sometimes." He winces.

I giggle "You're handsome," I say, imitating the way he blurt it out. I laugh, and so does he. His face starts to turn back to its normal color. He holds out his hand, smiling.

"I'm Jason," he says. His bright green eyes stare into mine.

"I'm--" I start to say, but I'm cut off. I see a chocolate brown hand reach through me and grab his. I whip around, and Emily Jenkins, the most popular girl in school stands there, her blossom lips sparkling in the hallway lights.

She links her arm with his, sliding her fingers through the ridges on his arm. She giggles and pecks him on the cheek.

They walk off, giggling and making kissy faces at each other. They leave me in the dust, but I'm used to it. After all, I'm literally invisible.