Invisible me

LEAHS POV

As I slowly came to, emerging from a Peaceful slumber,Emily burst into my room and started rummaging through my closet. "What are you doing?" I asked, trying to shoo her away.

"Looking for something to wear," she replied, scanning my clothes.

"Well, stop it!" I said, laughing. "You're going to wrinkle everything."

Emily stuck out her tongue and continued searching. I rolled my eyes and tried to grab her, but she dodged me and ran out of the room, giggling.

"That's what you get for messing with my clothes!" I chuckled and shook my head.

"Dad said we have to leave earlier today," Emily reminded me.

"Why?" I groaned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"School assembly, remember?" Emily replied, already knowing the answer.

I sighed and swung my legs off the bed. "Yeah, yeah."

We got dressed, had a quick breakfast, and headed out the door with our driver. The drive to school was uneventful, but my mind was already racing with thoughts of the day ahead.

Classes were boring and uneventful, and I struggled to focus. To make matters worse, I realized my skirt was a bit too short for comfort. I discreetly tugged at it, trying to pull it down without drawing attention to myself.

In math class, I caught Jake, a boy in my class, taking pictures of me with his phone, specifically snapping photos up my skirt and capturing my underwear.

At least I was wearing underwear underneath my skirt, so he didn't get a glimpse of anything too private. Still, the feeling of being violated lingered throughout the day.

Lunchtime was a welcome respite. I ate in the classroom, savoring the peace and quiet. But even that couldn't dispel the unease completely.

After school, I headed home, my mind still replaying the incident. I felt restless, like I needed to do something to shake off the discomfort.

As I stripped into my bikini, I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with curiosity.I was trying to strip my bikini but then my phone buzzed, displaying Fattu's face on the screen.

"Hey, girl!" Fattu's cheerful voice filled the room.

"Hey, Fattu!" I replied, smiling.

"What are you doing?" I asked, lounging on the bed and holding up my phone to give Fattu a full view of myself.

"No, no, no! Don't do that, Leah!" Fattu exclaimed, concern etched in her voice. "What's going on? Why did you take your clothes off?"

I sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. "It's just... A boy Jake took pictures of me in class today, and I feel so violated. I wanted to see myself, to make sure I'm okay, I guess."

Fattu's voice was firm but gentle. "Leah, don't do that. You're beautiful just the way you are, and you don't need to objectify yourself to feel good. Trust me, I know it's hard, but you're stronger than that."

I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. "Thanks a lot for being a buzzkill!" I teased, and we both burst out laughing.

But thanks, Fattu. You always know what to say."

We chatted for hours, imagining what it would be like when she comes to visit me in Australia. We planned outings to the beach, restaurants, and the city. Our conversation was filled with laughter and excitement.

After our call, I headed to my nanny's house, feeling a bit better. Mrs. Jenkins greeted me with a warm smile and some biscuits. We sat down to eat, and I told her all about my day, including the incident with Jake.

Mrs. Jenkins listened attentively, offering words of encouragement and support. As we talked, I felt my worries slowly fade away.

I ended up spending the night at her place, feeling safe and loved.

As I drifted off to sleep, I felt grateful and comforted by the thought that I have people in my life who truly care about me.