The weekend ended, and it was Monday, the most dreadful day of the week. Not only is it because its the beginning of the school week, but Greg. As I walked in the halls, Greg was literally talking to some sort of person every second, making a conversation out of nothing. His voice sounded like it came out of an old radio which had a broken speaker.
And he didn't even come to me anymore, like how we used to.
Girls went up to him, asking him what he had for lunch that day or what he did that weekend or something else dumb like that. "Well I went to a party last night and I'm pretty sure it was the best one yet!" Greg said with a laugh, completely not caring if anyone was listening to him talk about such an event. I couldn't help but feel envious that he was able to be that carefree while everyone around him had their eyes glued on him.
It was like I wasn't anybody, I had become invisible.
