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The Forgotten

Meghan Frank

    They call me Cooper, they can’t even bother to learn my real name. How sad is that? My so-called best friends don’t even know my real name. Where did “Cooper” even come from? My name is Meghan Frank, and I am the forgotten.
    Its trivial. I know. Its just with the advent of technology bringing people together only makes me feel even more left out. I flip through the online photo albums of my “friends” and not a single one includes a picture of me. Events and parties I was at have no photographic evidence that I was even there. I consider these people the heart of my social life... and yet they rarely even acknowledged that I even exist. It wasn’t always like this though. Last year I was “the girl” of the group. Before girlfriends and hook-ups that still stick around I was the original, and therefor the other girls have this distain for me. Not because I think I’m better, cause I don’t, most of these girls are so much prettier then I am, but because I’m considered “one of the guys” and a “little sister” (well, at least I used to be). Whenever I walk into the room and certain girlfriends and wannabe-hookups look at me like I have AIDs, and because the guys are my friends and the girls aren’t I feel awkward at social gatherings. My texts, messages, emails, and phone calls are all ignored and pushed to the side. I’m never told to come over and hang out, even though every time I see them they’re like “Oh! We need to chill more! How about dinner?” or some bullshit like that. I’m just the historian, its both my college major and my place in my college social life. I’m constantly making videos for them, to remind them how much fun they had in motion instead of boring old stills... and yet these videos rarely include me because I’m the one behind the camera. Still, I’m forgotten.
    I want to disappear. Not end my life. There is a difference. I want to leave for a month or two and see if anybody notices. I want to go far away and forget about Meghan Frank, the forgotten. Maybe become someone else. Become the life of the party, with a good body and good brains, everything I’m not. I escape into my books, I pretend I’m with the people in them, that they’re my friends. The same thing I’ve been doing all my life. I’ve never really had friends and it kinda sucks. I have close acquaintances, but never a true friend... or that’s at least what it feels like. My friends from high school have moved away and lost contact or because their boyfriends hate me they stopped talking to me. My college friends... well I can’t really call them friends anymore. They’re just people I hang out with. I’m never an important part of the group. I’m constantly forgotten.
    I know that when people read this they will get mad and puffy and say things such as, “I’m your friend. What are you saying? Are you not my friend?” or “I thought I was your friend.” And this, once again is complete and utter crap. Sure, when (and if) this gets published, you’ll be my friend, but other then that I’m just another person in the world. You never come to me with your problems, and when you do I want to beat the living hell out of you because of the stupidity that dribbles from your mouth. You forget me. But that’s okay, while you’re dropping out of college I’m going for my bachelors. While your struggling to find your path in life I’ve already made a mark on society that I can be proud of. While you’re forgetting me I’m making sure I will find a way into your child’s history book, making sure the world knows I will not be forgotten.

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