Chapter 3

The next morning, Billy woke up with the same same sentiments. It was the same routine as every other morning; she sprang out of bed, brushed her teeth, dressed quickly, and sprinted out the door. She said her goodbyes to her parents with a kiss, snatched the keys from the marble counter, slung her bag over her shoulder, and then shut the door behind her. This was a routine part of her routine. She was going about her business as she passed her competitors on the sidewalk when she became aware that something was off. They did not make any effort to aggravate her today in any way. Maybe God had heard her prayers and answered them. It's possible that she was completely undetectable. As she made her way quickly through the crowd, she couldn't help but flash a grin to herself.

She was getting closer and closer to the school when suddenly the sky opened up and a little rain began to pour. She climbed the stairs and entered the school building successfully. When her wet shoes came into touch with the cobblestone stairs, there was a teeny-tiny squeaking sound caused by them. She entered fast by stepping through the door frame that was red and white in colour. As Billy moved through the hallways, she had the sensation that she was moving in a jar filled with marbles that was being shaken on all sides. People are forced into lockers and laughed at due to the idiosyncrasies of their personalities. Because of this, she became unwell physically. When she did make it inside the classroom, she sat down as quickly as she could because she knew she was running a few minutes behind schedule.

During the time when the instructor was taking attendance, Billy began sketching on her desk.

The teacher questioned Billy James by asking, "Billy James?"

"I am here," was the response she gave.

As the instructor carefully noted her absence from class, he softly said, "I presume she isn't here today." Billie experienced the beginnings of a severe soreness in the region of her lower left chest.

"I'm here," she said. "I'm here." Then it hit her. She was completely hidden from view by everyone. She was almost undetectable by anybody. In spite of the fact that she believed she was about to hear the best news of her life, she developed a significant amount of anxiety. She was at a complete lost as to what action to take. After some internal deliberation, she came to the conclusion that the best course of action would be to approach the teacher and tap her on the shoulder.

He enquired, bewildered, "Who threw that?" (Who tossed what?).

One of the students near the front of the class inquired, "What were you throwing?"

The colour of billy's hair quickly changed to a brilliant scarlet. She was completely mute. Then she heard a sputtering of chuckles that quickly escalated into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. She was startled when one of her students, who she did not get along with particularly well, threw a pencil at her. She had the impression that she was locked within a room from which there was no escape. This whole thing was a dream or a hallucination on my part. Once more, she wished for the possibility that she could be invisible.