I immediatly looked up with wide eyes. "Why are you talking to me? I'm an outcast. No one knows I exist."
"That's not true. Many people know you exist. Many, many people."
I then realized how beautiful her voice was, how light, and airy. She sounded as if she had not a care in the world, no death ahead of her.
"What do you mean, many people? Nobody knows me, and nobody wants to know me." I said to her.
"That is also not true. You see, I-" the girl stopped suddenly and looked behind me. I wanted to know what she was looking at, so I turned around.
"Why are you talking to nobody, freak?" Patricia, the meanest, most popular girl in the school said to me.
"What? I'm not talking to nobody. This girl-" I looked over to where the girl had been standing, and nothing was there. Just emptiness, "Wha- there was a girl here... and she and I were... and she said... hmmm..." I wondered silently where she went. Was she even real?
"Awwww... She's finally cracked, girls," Patricia said to her wanna-be friends, "I think she needs to be sent to a mental institute."
"Awwww..." They all said together.
"Didn't you see her? She was right there!" I pointed to the spot where the girl had stood, "Didn't you see her?"
"She's definetly cracked," One of Patricia's friends said. The group walked off laughing and sat down at the popular table.
"I know I saw her." I said to myself.
*****To be continued...*****
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