forsyth | One of those things

She was "that other girl." That's how people always referred to her. They weren't being mean, they just couldn't remember her name. She wasn't generic, or shy, or even particularly quiet, she just never stuck in anyone's memory. She could have lived in a place for years, and no one would notice when she left. It wasn't just she was overshadowed by her friends, who were the kind of people who could inspire reverent legends in just a single day. It was just one of those things

Kate had to deal with it. Nobody'd have noticed if she bitched, anyway.