One of my most traumatic experiences was back in 4th grade,
when a girl got up and said "I'm doing a party" and then
proceeded to hand invitations desk to desk.
Yep, you guessed it, I was the only one who didn't get one and
even when she announced it, I was praying that god would
somehow take me away from that classroom, that I could
make myself invisible, basically what Thom Yorke always sings about.
Spent the rest of the day feeling dead and buried, at the brink
of crying and also shying away from even my small group of
friends to not risk them noticing that I didn't have an invitation.