Chapter 1; The art of invisibility

“Kristy! Kristy Jane Webbs! Wake up, It’s time for school,” Called Aunt Carrie from my bedroom’s doorway.  I groaned and rolled over, wondering why it couldn’t be Saturday.
After a few minutes, I finally rolled myself out of bed and dragged myself to my closet. Another Monday that I so didn’t want to deal with.
I actually liked school, what I didn’t like was math. I nearly collapsed onto my bed at the thought but I forced myself to stay upright and to pick out an outfit for today.
I picked my usual gray T-shirt with dark blue jeans faded at the knees. I wasn’t looking to impress anyone, that’s for sure. I always made sure I was wearing the same colors everyday. I chose gray for my shirt because it was my favorite color and blue jeans because they looked ugly in any other color.
Anyone with eyes could tell I loved gray the minute they looked into my room. My walls were a light gray and my floor was a dark gray shag carpet. My bed had a medium gray quilt and light gray sheets and pillows.
My closet consisted of gray. Gray shirts, and one lonely gray dress. My blue jeans were kept in a carefully hand crafted and painted gray dresser.  
My Aunt Carrie was always badgering me to be more colorful. She told me that if she didn’t know better, I was in morning. I would usually just roll my eyes and reply with, “You know grays’ my favorite color Carrie…”
After I was finished getting ready, I sprinted downstairs into the dining room to get mine and my Mom’s plate of eggs, toast, and bacon. My Mom was very picky when it came to food. Her bacon had to be served on top of her eggs and her toast couldn’t touch the bacon.
That’s why we could never take her out to eat in restaurants. My Aunt Carrie says Mom is special because of her condition. My Mom has down syndrome. She’s friendly to everyone, but she embarrasses me.
It sounds terrible, I know, but I can’t help it. I love her, I really do, but sometimes I do find myself wishing she was normal.
If she was normal, I’d be able to make friends. I’m afraid if I try to make friends and invite them over, my Mom will embarrass me by saying something rude. My Mom is always very truthful, but that’s not always a good thing.
Last time I tried taking her to the store with me, she told some random lady that she looked really old. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. The lady just smiled and said, “You know, you’re right.” But that didn’t help me any.
I walked into my Mom’s room and handed her her plate. She gave me a huge smile and said, “Morning Kwis.”
I smiled back and said, “Good morning Mom.” My mom had always had trouble saying my name, so she called me ‘Kwis’ instead of ‘Kristy’.
I finished eating my food in silence at the dining room table and finished getting ready. I checked myself over in the mirror.
Gray shirt. check
Blue jeans. check
Shoes. check
Limp brown hair brushed. check
I was all ready, so I called upstairs, “Carrie, I’m heading out!”
“Alright!” She called down, “Be careful! I’ll talk to you after school sweetie.”
As I headed out the door, I saw a girl coming up the street. I’d never seen her around before, which is weird because I live in an extremely small town.
I decided to shrug it off and just keep walking, but I didn’t get more than a few steps down the street before I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was the girl.
“Hi,” She said, “I’m Kara, I just moved here, what’s your name?” She had long, curly blond hair and bright, radiant blue eyes. Little freckles dotted her face and she had one of those cute little upturned noses that you always find on little girls.
“Kristy.” I answered shortly, not wanting a conversation. I was about move on but she asked another question.
“How old are you?”
I looked at her, she was looking at me with a sincere look on her face that read, ‘Please don’t think I’m nosey.’
“Fourteen.” I said, then moved forward in a burst of speed.
I finally got to school and entered into the huge east hallway. I strode quickly down to my locker and got out my science book.
I walked into my science class and took my usual seat at the back of the room. No one noticed as I sat down and opened my science book. Ah. I thought, Another day practicing the art of being invisible.