I’m the girl walking down the street. The one you wouldn’t notice, the one you look right through. I’m nothing special – a mediocre student, a girl with an average face, and have a very reserved disposition. My stare is forever locked at the ground, I’m weak. I could never face the world. As the lock of my house clicks, the darkness pervades. I walk past my parent, who just restates their disappointment again and again. Ignoring them is not hard; I’ve done it for as long as I could remember. Seeing all the awards and banners in the hallway, I sighed. Living my life as a mere shadow to my sister, trying to fill her shoes, it’s hard. I was the odd one in my family, the average one. I used to try, I really did. Then, the realization kicked in. As hard as I worked, I could never be the top students, the beautiful model or the popular girl like my sister was. I am me, and I am invisible.