Invisible by Paterson Cecily Anne

Author:Paterson, Cecily Anne [Paterson, Cecily Anne]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2013-02-10T16:00:00+00:00

Dear Jaz

Thanx for the baboon present. He’s really cute!!!!! My new mascot!!!

(But seriously, thanx for listening. U helped alot!!!! U R definitely my BFF. 4EVA!

Gab xxxxxx

Even if I leave, I’ll always email you and we can text like every day!!!!

Chapter 17

Spread out all over my bed are the contents of three big shopping bags. Clothes and makeup. Mum and I have just come home from a supposedly quick shopping trip after Monday’s drama practice which turned into an all afternoon affair and now, I’m going to try on my new stuff.

This is not very normal for me. I usually try to avoid shopping and I haven’t been interested in clothes that much. But I think I’ve been inspired in a weird kind of way by Angela, even though I wouldn’t want to look like her.

It’s not that I’m vain, but I don’t like looking out of place. I mean, I hardly knew what to wear to Gabby’s party and when I got there I realised my stuff was different from the leggings and sparkly shirts everyone else was wearing. I don’t need to be an uber-fashion queen, but somehow I need to look better than I do.

The new clothes will definitely help. We were supposed to be going to pick up some new jeans (my zipper broke last week) but we ended up spending a whole lot of money on a whole lot of other things as well.

We started out looking at jeans. I was just going to get a regular denim pair but then mum got me to try on the stretch ones and then she found some denim overalls on the rack next to them, like a skirt with straps, and I tried them on and I actually looked surprisingly okay. I think I must’ve grown because I seem to fill clothes better than I did a few months ago. Last year I would have called myself scrawny. This year I’m taller, and not so scrappy.

Then we kind of got excited and found some shirts—gray and purple—and I even found a pair of shorts because the weather will get warm soon. Then I looked around for something a bit more interesting for mum and she tried on a blue striped top and some white linen pants. She looked really good too. I remember when she used to care about what she wore. Sometimes when I was little I would ask her if we could wear matching clothes. She had a pink floral dress which was the same colour as a pink skirt and top that I had. I thought we looked like twins.

While I was trying on the shirts, mum started to be embarrassing and suggested that I needed a bra as well.

“Look,” she said, “you’re growing. Probably most of the other girls in your year are wearing them—more than just crop tops. Why don't we just try a few on?”

“Mum!” I said, hoping no-one could hear her. I was trying to give the impression that I was frustrated, but actually I was a little bit pleased.

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