Being "normal" is something that comes naturally in life. Being normal I something that your parents or you big sister pass down to you. But I guess somewhere a long the line I wasn’t pushed to normalcy. I am the shyest person in this whole entire world. I don’t have any friends, I don’t talk in class, I don’t speak much at all anywhere. I’m just shy. No matter where I go or what I do, I am always known as "shy girl."

    I don’t really know how it happened. I live in a decent size house, in a lush, lively neighborhood, where my sister is the captain of the cheerleading squad, and both of my parents are councilors. Then there was me, shy girl, standing all along with not place for me in the family. Even though they loved me, they never really got to know me because I was shy, and I guess I never really gave then the chance. The only thing that really knew me was my diary. I even gave it a name, Abby, as if this little black book was my only friend who never left my side. Who knew every secret about me, Who would never tell a soul unless physically forced. Not a night went by this whole year when I didn’t write in my diary. I guess it was just something that I turned to when I needed someone.

    Going to school was just something that I guess I stress the most. When they asked what we wanted to be when we grew up and told us to write it down on a piece of paper, the only words that I wrote was "being invisible." Which is true. Being invisible would be the best thing in the world. Ever since I was a little kid, ever since I was young, being invisible and being able to be not seen was something that I dreamed about all the time.

    Today was a Friday. Fridays is the one day that I love out of the week because today was the day that we got to read, alone, wherever we wanted, for at least half of the day. I loved just sitting there in my own little corner, by myself, where no one would bug me. Even though we are supposed to read, I usually just tell Abby what’s all going on, and what is happening in my life, which is nothing. All of a sudden, I get a tap on my shoulder, and before I know it, I turned the other way, and turned back around, and Abby was gone! I look right, then left, then around and around trying to figure out who took her. I tried to yell, and I tried to say something, but nothing came out. Then, at the corner of the room, I saw Cindy S., Sara B., and Michael V. I was so scared, I knew that they were reading it, I knew they were. I started to cry as I heard the words " I don’t know, but I think Michael V. is the hottest kid in my class, but don’t tell anyone." They began to laugh hysterically and I began to cry louder and louder. I hated myself. I closed my eyes as hard as I could hoping that when I opened them again that everything would be back to normal, but when I opened I saw more kids around the circle and more and more pointing and laughing at me. There I was standing by myself, and all I wanted to be was invisible, I wanted to be gone from thing universe and gone forever. Then, all of a sudden, I found out that anything is possible, as I began to fade away. I saw the kids looking for me, and saying, where’s shy girl?? Where did she go?? I began to laugh and I began to run around the room and no one would be able to see me. I found myself running out of the classroom door and screaming at the top of my lungs, and no one would be able to see or hear me. It was the best feeling I have ever had In my whole life. I stepped out of the school’s main doors and began to walk

    As I walked down the street on that autumn day, I found out that being different wasn’t the worse thing in the whole world. I looked at all the different colors of the leaves that lay on the ground I began to think that they were different, so why couldn’t I? I began to regret being shy, and wasting my life on caring about what other people think about me. I sat on the swing and began to think about life, and now I knew that I was going to be different for the rest of my life.