Invisible

Hailey Conrow wasn't the type of girl who would ditch a party halfway through just because she felt like it. No, she was the type of girl who wouldn't go to the party in the first place. She was neither an introvert nor an extrovert. She would wish to be noticed one minute and the next she'd plead to be ignored. She was a girl who didn't have lots of friends, but only two close ones who meant the world. Sometimes. She's sweet but salty, she's a dreamer and a realist; her heart and head are constantly at war with one another. She doesn't quite like big, complex things, but more elegant, simple things or gestures that mean a lot. To say Hailey was picky was an understatement. She was logical but sympathetic; hopeful but realistic, and it annoyed her. It annoyed her so much. It was hard to choose between things, it was difficult when her heart begged for one thing but her head reasoned another. This seems rather complicated, so let me give you an example; If someone asked her 'Is the glass half empty or half full?' she would reply with 'It depends on whether you're filling the glass or drinking the water'. Now, she was honest, but just about too honest for her own good. It was hard for her, for an unknown reason, to pick up on sarcasm, for instance. She just, simply, did not see the point of it. Her favourite place in the world would have to be her bed, for when she's sleeping, she's off in her own world without any problems that hold her back; she's in control… that is, until her sister wakes her up, which is where our story begins.