was holding a red dress with loose frills that fringed the neckline. While being bright red, it was still actually quite demure. It probably wouldn’t be too terrible to wear, at least it had sleeves.
“You really think I’d look good in it?”
“One way to find out.”
Georgie threw her the dress, she quickly changed. It fit perfectly, hugging her curves in all the right places. The hemline almost made it to her knees so it wasn’t too short, and the frills covered any obvious signs of cleavage. It was cute without being sexy, it probably wouldn’t be breaking any school dress codes.
“Oh, you look beautiful,” Georgie gushed. “My baby is all grown up. Let me get the camera.”
“No, Mom, no camera.”
Her pleas fell on deaf ears, Georgie returned with her camera and took a photo before Kaley could protest. She got only one before she started to pull faces at the lens.
“You’ll have a whole hive full of bees soon, honey.”
Kaley looked in the mirror, wishing that was true. While she considered the dress fit her well, she couldn’t see that she was competition for any of the girls at school. She had nothing on them, underneath the red dress she was still the same boring, invisible Kaley. It would take a miracle for anyone to see her.
She thanked her mother and retreated to her room. While her mother was over the moon for all the mother/daughter bonding, Kaley was left feeling depressed about the whole situation. She hoped the red dress would have unexpected results and actually work.
Taking a glance at Harvey’s window, Kaley could see he wasn’t in his room. Good. She had been nervous about seeing him again after Harper’s little rampage that morning. She didn’t believe Harvey thought of her as anything except friends, but the thought would annoyingly pick at her brain every time she thought about him. Damn Harper.
She picked up her guitar and started strumming nothing in particular, just a random tune her fingers created as they went along. She loved playing the guitar, it always made her feel better. No matter what life happened to be throwing at her at the time.
Soon, some words came to her lips to match the music. She wasn’t really even thinking about it, just saying whatever felt right.
I’m standing in front of you,
My heart is in my hands,
But you just see right through me,
You don’t even know I’m there.
The four lines perfectly summed up how she was feeling. About Eli, about everyone. There she was, vulnerable inside and just wishing people would see her.
You fill my every thought,
You are in my every dream,
I want to feel your arms around me,
But all you ever are is mean.
She repeated the verses over and over again, putting in a long guitar break. She put attitude into it, not wanting it to sound like a vulnerable song. She grew angry, annoyed that no matter what she did, people always ignored her. What could be so wrong about her that made her invisible? What did she possibly do to deserve it? The chorus came to her:
Why am I so invisible to you?
Why do you never see me?
Am I just that unlovable?
What can I do to make you see?
Without stopping, Kaley repeated everything from the start. Her hands didn’t need to think about the notes, they came to her like they had a mind of their own. So did the next verse:
My heart breaks whenever you’re near
Because I know you’ll never be mine,
If only you could see who I am,
I know you’d like me just fine.
Kaley only stopped long enough to scribble it down in her songbook. The notes breezed through her mind, replaying again and again. How music could always sum up what she was feeling was always a mystery to her. There was something magical about music, it just got her.
After the frenzied writing, Kaley became aware of eyes on her. She felt it before she saw them. She looked around, it had grown dark outside, how long had she been songwriting for? The clock flashed 6:48, it had
“You really think I’d look good in it?”
“One way to find out.”
Georgie threw her the dress, she quickly changed. It fit perfectly, hugging her curves in all the right places. The hemline almost made it to her knees so it wasn’t too short, and the frills covered any obvious signs of cleavage. It was cute without being sexy, it probably wouldn’t be breaking any school dress codes.
“Oh, you look beautiful,” Georgie gushed. “My baby is all grown up. Let me get the camera.”
“No, Mom, no camera.”
Her pleas fell on deaf ears, Georgie returned with her camera and took a photo before Kaley could protest. She got only one before she started to pull faces at the lens.
“You’ll have a whole hive full of bees soon, honey.”
Kaley looked in the mirror, wishing that was true. While she considered the dress fit her well, she couldn’t see that she was competition for any of the girls at school. She had nothing on them, underneath the red dress she was still the same boring, invisible Kaley. It would take a miracle for anyone to see her.
She thanked her mother and retreated to her room. While her mother was over the moon for all the mother/daughter bonding, Kaley was left feeling depressed about the whole situation. She hoped the red dress would have unexpected results and actually work.
Taking a glance at Harvey’s window, Kaley could see he wasn’t in his room. Good. She had been nervous about seeing him again after Harper’s little rampage that morning. She didn’t believe Harvey thought of her as anything except friends, but the thought would annoyingly pick at her brain every time she thought about him. Damn Harper.
She picked up her guitar and started strumming nothing in particular, just a random tune her fingers created as they went along. She loved playing the guitar, it always made her feel better. No matter what life happened to be throwing at her at the time.
Soon, some words came to her lips to match the music. She wasn’t really even thinking about it, just saying whatever felt right.
I’m standing in front of you,
My heart is in my hands,
But you just see right through me,
You don’t even know I’m there.
The four lines perfectly summed up how she was feeling. About Eli, about everyone. There she was, vulnerable inside and just wishing people would see her.
You fill my every thought,
You are in my every dream,
I want to feel your arms around me,
But all you ever are is mean.
She repeated the verses over and over again, putting in a long guitar break. She put attitude into it, not wanting it to sound like a vulnerable song. She grew angry, annoyed that no matter what she did, people always ignored her. What could be so wrong about her that made her invisible? What did she possibly do to deserve it? The chorus came to her:
Why am I so invisible to you?
Why do you never see me?
Am I just that unlovable?
What can I do to make you see?
Without stopping, Kaley repeated everything from the start. Her hands didn’t need to think about the notes, they came to her like they had a mind of their own. So did the next verse:
My heart breaks whenever you’re near
Because I know you’ll never be mine,
If only you could see who I am,
I know you’d like me just fine.
Kaley only stopped long enough to scribble it down in her songbook. The notes breezed through her mind, replaying again and again. How music could always sum up what she was feeling was always a mystery to her. There was something magical about music, it just got her.
After the frenzied writing, Kaley became aware of eyes on her. She felt it before she saw them. She looked around, it had grown dark outside, how long had she been songwriting for? The clock flashed 6:48, it had
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