I walk down the hall with my head down, my long hair hanging like an orange curtain. No one looks at me or tries to talk to me as I pass. It's as if I don't' even exist; I'm completely invisible. Things weren't always this way, but I've gotten used to everyone ignoring me. I don't blame them, though. If I were them, I wouldn't do any different. I'm just as disappointed, angry, and disgusted with myself as they are.
It all started about a year ago when one of my friends dragged me to a big party after homecoming. Big house, no parents, lots of teenagers, and plenty of alcohol. It was a recipe for disaster missing one key ingredient: me. Like any insecure teenage girl would be tempted to do when faced with a chance at popularity, I gave in. That was my first mistake of the night.
The second was paying any attention to Sam Cutisthe most popular boy in school, also