Invisible Me
Sydney A.
It was a cold crisp morning in the year 1927, and I was walking to school. I was a little shaky, because I had just dodged a stylish and very expensive car.
I walked up the steps and into a cramped room with flickering lights and creaky floors, which I'm sad to admit is my classroom. That's not the eerie part. Usually when I walk in everyone waves and says "Hi!" But today some people were crying.
I took my seat and tapped Arisa on the shoulder. When she turned her head, I asked, "What's wrong, Arisa? Why is everyone crying?" She shot a glance in my direction, and shrugged her shoulders. "I wonder what that was?" she asked herself, and kept on working.
I tapped her again, and said a friendly, "Hello!" There was still no response. Now as you might have guessed, I was very weirded out. I wondered why she was ignoring me. I walked up to the teacher's desk to apologize for being late, and I saw something I hope you never see--a letter from the police department about me!
As I realized the horror of what this was, I read the letter over and over. According this letter I was dead. It said that I had been hit by a car while I was walking to school that very morning.
The feeling running throughout my body was unspeakable. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. I felt like my stomach was in my throat and my body was in a cold sweat. I knew I had to do something, but I didn't know what.
I knew the classroom was no help, so I turned to the door in hope of seeing a reflection of my body in the mirror, but to my surprise nothing was there! My instincts told me I had to do something before it was too late.
I walked out of the open door and walked to where I supposedly got hit. When I got to the top of the hill I saw what surprised me most. Myself! What was going on I asked myself. And then I realized, I hadn't been hit yet. Naturally, I knew I had to stop it --but how?
As I brainstormed, I got an idea. I would untie the shoe of the living version of me. No living thing had any sense whatsoever that I was there. That way before the Visible Me crossed the street (which was where I got hit) she would bend down and tie it.
The moment of truth arrived. Was I really meant to die or had I cheated death? I walked to the curb, looked both ways and down. I realized my shoe was untied. Would I ignore it or stop to tie it and save my own life?
Well I guess I'm smarter than I get credit for. I reached down, tied my shoe, and stood up just as the car whizzed by.
In a flash I was in my own body and back at school. As I opened the door I was greeted with smiles and waves that crisp morning in 1927.