Invisible

SHE was always there, but nobody saw her.

Everyday, SHE sat alone, and nobody cared. 

SHE liked sitting below that tall oak tree in the school courtyard to eat her lunch and read her books. No one ever saw her, anyway, so it didn't matter.

SHE was invisible. Intangible. When ever someone accidentally brushed against her, they just went right through her. Like SHE didn't exist.

Which was weird. SHE didn't understand why. 

Am I living in a dream?

It probably would've helped if SHE had parents. But SHE didn't. SHE couldn't remember anything except that SHE'd been living in this little house for her whole life, taking care of herself and everything. SHE couldn't remember anything else. It was so weird. 

No one could see her. Once, out of curiousity, SHE'd stood in front of one of the juniors, a five-year-old girl called Hannah, and waved her hands right in front of her face. Hannah didn't even blink.

It didn't make sense to her either that when SHE looked in mirrors, SHE wasn't even there. It was as if SHE wasn't real.

Maybe it was better that way. At least SHE'd be left to do her own things, and no one would disturb her, right?

Maybe. But SHE still wished that SHE wasn't so hopelessly, painfully alone.

There was a new kid. Her name was Aria, and she was beautiful, smart, kind and perfect. Everyone loved her instantly.

On Aria's first day of school, Aria'd brought a packed lunch. She had two egg sandwiches, and she didn't go to the canteen to eat.

Instead, she went to the school courtyard, where no one else ever went.

SHE looked wistfully at Aria, before sighing, and going back to her book.

Aria sat down right next to her, below that oak tree.

And Aria said hi.

SHE stared at Aria. Aria grinned, looking right at her, and repeated, "Hi. I'm Aria, and I'm six-years-old. What's your name?"

SHE blinked. "You can see me?" SHE asked.

Aria nodded. "Of course."

SHE couldn't believe it. "No one's been able to see me before," SHE said softly.

Aria laughed. "But I can! What's your name!"

SHE turned red. "I... I don't have a name."

Aria frowned, before lighting up again. "I've got an idea! Can I call you Violet?"

Violet was a nice name. SHE liked it. Beaming, SHE nodded.

Aria clapped her hands with delight. "That's good. Can we be friends?" Aria stuck out a tiny hand.

SHE stared at the hand, unsure of what she was supposed to do.

"You're supposed to shake it, silly!" Aria laughed.

SHE took Aria's hand. SHE felt something like an electric shock pass through her. And it felt like something inside her had changed. To her surprise, her hand didn't pass right through Aria's. She shook it awkwardly, eyes wide with wonder.

Aria smiled sunnily. "Well, Violet, we're going to be best friends, aren't we?"

SHE -no, Violet- smiled right back, and agreed happily.

The other kids came out looking for Aria.

And their jaws dropped.

"Who's that?" they asked Aria, pointing at Violet. Violet blinked. They could see her, too? Aria beamed. "Come on! Let's go play with them!"

When she went home and looked in the mirror, her reflection smiled right back at her.