I have an evil nemesis. Two of them. Somehow they’ve found out my invisibility plan. Every day they wait until I’ve gone through all of school without anyone saying a word to me. They let me pass through each period unnoticed and untouched. We ride the same bus together. They wait till it’s my stop, till I’ve gotten up and am down the aisle, and then right when I pass them, they say, “Good-bye.” And I appear.
Twins. A guy and a girl. “From India, by way of first London, then Virginia,” they said on their first day of school, standing up at the front of the class, watching us all look at them. They’re unpopular. It was obvious they would be. They wear clothes no one has heard of, and they’re polite to the teachers. We watch each other in the halls.
They’re going to ruin my life.