Clary wasn't the most popular person in her school. Okay, she was the least popular person in her school. Mostly she was invisible, that she could deal with. But at times, people would start to bully her. They would call her names and tell her that she was a waste of space, that no one cared about her and that she was useless, good for nothing. She often found herself agreeing with them, she did think that she was useless and invisible. If she disappeared one day for no particular reason, no one would notice. They would all continue with their mundane lives as usual.

I bet your wondering about Clary's parents. Surely they would care about her, maybe they even told her multiple times a day. Unfortunately that is not the case. Her mother had died when Clary was only 6, and her father, for lack of better words, just turned off. He stopped caring, stopped noticing, stopped being a father. So Clary was all on her own.

As she arrived at school on Monday morning, she observed her 'peers' in their 'groups' as she made her way to her locker. She found herself doing this quite often, but so would you if you were invisible, like a fly on the wall. Most of the groups were all the same, but there was one group that stood out to everyone. The populars. They ruled the school, anything they wanted they got. That simple.

Clary was opening her locker before first period when there was an announcement from the speakers, "All students report to the gym for an assembly. All students report to the gym for an assembly". Why did they repeat themselves, Clary thought. Maybe it's for the less educated students (to put it the nice way) who just didn't get it the first time. Or maybe it's for the students that are too engrossed in their 'fascinating' conversation to actually pay attention the first time.

All of these thoughts were racing through Clary's mind, and before she knew it she had reached the gym and was now waiting on the bleachers as other students gathered around her still talking to their friends. Of course no one actually sat next to Clary, or even close enough to talk to for that matter. This wasn't unusual of course, but for some reason, today it seemed to hurt more than usual.

"Alright students settle down. Quiet please." said the head teacher, Miss Newman. She wasn't a bad head teacher, she was just. . . unknown. Even though Clary had been at this school for two years now, she still barely saw her. Miss Newman has blue eyes, thin lips, a long nose and short black hair that just reaches her neck. Even though she has wrinkles, somehow they manage to suit her. "Now students, the school has decided to set up a chat room for students from this school. We believe that since there are so many of you, there will be people in this school that don't even know each other. This chat room is a way to help you all get to know new people around the school and make some new friends. You will all be able to access this chat room at any point in the day. We would like to remind you that you ARE able to use your phones during school hours, but make sure to be respectful to your teachers when you are in their classes. Many of you are probably worried that because the school has set this up that we will be monitoring your conversations, however this is not the case. The school has only set this up for you, there will be no further involvement from us, the rest is up to you. You may now go back to class."

As Clary made her way to her class, she couldn't stop thinking about what Miss Newman had just said. If Clary did do it, she could make some new friends, but what if they rejected her? What if no one liked her? Then she would have to come back to school and face them every day for the rest of high school. But what if they didn't know that it was her? She could just not tell them who she was until she was sure that they wouldn't reject her. With her mind made up, Clary went through the rest of the day thinking about who she would meet and what she would say to them.

When she got home, Clary went straight to her computer and made an account on the school chat room. Once she was done she clicked on a name and the conversation started.

B has logged on.

C has logged on.

C_Hey.

B_Hi.

C_What does the B stand for?

B_Broken. What about the C?

C_It's my initial.

B_What's your name?

C_Guess.

B_That's impossible, I won't tell you my name either then if you don't tell me yours.

C_I kind of like that idea. How about I make it a bit easier, ask me any question and I'll answer truthfully, but you have to do the same.

B_Okay then. Girl or boy?

C_Girl. You?

B_Boy. Why did yo come on this site?

C_I'm kind of invisible at school, so I thought if nobody knew me, I might have a chance of talking to someone. What about you?

B_ I wish nobody knew me. Everyone around me is so fake and I thought if nobody knew who I was then I might actually meet someone real.

C_It's kind of funny really. Complete different situations, but the same solution to our problems.

B_Oh yeah, and what's that?

C_Anonymity.

B_You make a good point. Next question, why are you invisible?

C_You don't make it very easy do you?

B_Nope, and your not gonna get out of it that easily by trying to distract me, now answer the question if you please.

C_FINE. I guess it's because I never really fit in with anyone. I used to have a best friend, but then he got a girlfriend and we started talking less and less until he was completely gone from my life. It's just easier for me to be invisible, no one can hurt you then. What about you huh? Why do you want to be invisible?

B_And you say that I'm making it difficult. To be honest, I'm not really sure how to explain.

C_Why don't you start at the beginning.

B_Very helpful (note the sarcasm there). It's mainly because people are always expecting me to be what they want me to be. I never really feel like myself around them. I also see how they act differently around me than they do with others. No one is ever honest, they always want something, I just have to wait long enough to find out what they want.

C_Is there no one that wants nothing from you?

B_It' my turn to ask a question.

C_Alright, shoot.

B_What do you look like?

C_That's kid of a strange question.

B_No it's not. I just want to be able to imagine the person than I'm talking to.

C_Touche. A lot of people say that I look like my mum, but I don't really see it. If I told you my hair colour you would recognize me instantly, so let's just say that it's different. I'm short, have frizzy hair and green eyes. What do you look like?

B_If I told you my eye colour you would recognize ME, so I'll skip that. I'm normal height with blonde hair and a golden tan. Some have described me as stunningly attractive while others have said that I resemble an angel.

C_Someone's got a big ego.

B_Modesty is for the ugly.

C_Who told you that.

B_It's just a fact of life young grasshopper.

C_Seriously?

B_Yep.

C_I've got to go.

B_Can we talk again tomorrow, after school?

C_Sure, but I have practice so it can't be until 5.

B_Practice for what?

C_I'll tell you tomorrow ;)

C has logged off.

B has logged off.

C POV

That didn't go too badly, but there are so many things that I still don't know about him like why is his username 'Broken'? Who is he? Do I know him? Is it real or is someone playing a trick on me? There are so many questions flying through my head. I shouldn't be this paranoid, but I guess talking to someone about my life is making me kind of nervous. Okay, a lot nervous.

I hope I get to talk to him tomorrow. Even if he doesn't know who I am, I think that this can still work out. If anything it's probably better. It means that I can talk to him about myself without having to worry about him telling people that it's me. But can I deal with not knowing who he is? It could drive me crazy wondering if I know him, if he is a Junior like me or if he's a Senior does he have any classes with me? I guess I'll have to ask him tomorrow.