SHE WAS invisible.

Dreadfully, she swung her bag onto her shoulder and shoved it up her back. Running her fingers through the loose, tangled ponytail that she was in too much of a hurry to fix, she couldn't help but wonder how lifeless she must be looking.

Trudging heavy steps along the endless hallway, she prayed she wouldn't turn herself into a joke in any way possible.

All eyes were on her.

No.

That moment, she knew that she was like ash — caught on a cold, bare surface just to get stepped on by those who walked by and stuck to the soles of their shoes.

She was trapped.