Okay so, fanfiction number two! Thank you very much to alspancakeworldnews for reviewing my first story Comparison.

Also,I feel very ashamed for not mentioning her in my first story, specail thanks to Claudia Montague because she inspired to want to post my writing for criticism.

Disclamir: Degrassi is not mine.

Inspiration(s): Uptown Girl, Season 8, Episode 2

"You're so much more than the smart one."

Than what am I? I had always been the smart one, it was a role that I had learned to play very well and to have someone tell me I wasn't...I felt like a person just waking up from a coma. Scared. Unsure of who or what I was. I had never questioned my place, I had just assumed the only empty spot beside Darcy. She was the "perfect daughter" so there wasn't much that she couldn't do however, my grades were always far better than hers.

Why do I care so much about what some stupid boy said anyway? I thought to myself. Still, that night I found myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror,analyzing myself. My cinnamon colored hair had long ago been freed from it's ponytail holder prison and now hung loosely around my shoulders, sheltering my face like a curtain as I leaned forward against the sink to better examine myself.I looked the same as I had earlier that day and the day before that. My appearance hadn't changed in any way since I'd stopped being "the smart one."

There was a knock at the door to the bathroom. "Come in," I said pushing back off of the sink. Apperantly I pushed back a little too hard, because I staggered back nearly elbowing my sister in the stomach. "Sorry Darce," I said embarrassed as she caught me by my elbow.

"It's fine," holding up a large gray duffel bag she said, "help me pack?" In two days Darcy would believing to study abroad in Kenya.

I nodded my head and we began scurrying around the bathroom. We loaded several bottles of hair care products and perfumes into the bag. Darcy went into the cabinet under the sink and grabbed a handful of unopened soap bars as well. Most of the stuff Darcy had never even touched. I mentally added up the cost of all the items and realized that they equaled more than triple my allowance. I laughed quietly shaking my head. Leave it too my sister.

"What's so funny," Darcy asked eyeing me as if I were crazy.

"Nothing," I said capturing control of myself.

We quickly finished in the bathroom and went back to our bedroom, which would soon be mine. I felt a pang in my chest. Darcy walked over to her bed and attempted to tidy up the contents of her toiletry duffel bag. "What am I to you?" I blurted without thinking. Darcy turned to me lifting eyebrow in genuine curiosity.

"You're my sister," she said simply.

I rolled my eyes. "Obviously," I muttered. Then I realized, Darcy had no idea what I meant. I decided to elaborate. " When you look at me, you see me as 'smart,' right?"

Darcy furrowed her eyebrows, knitting them together in confusion. "Clare you've always been smart," Darcy said sounding unsure, as if she were now questioning my mental stability.

"Thanks," I huffed crawling into bed. I knew Darcy wouldn't understand what I was trying to tell her unless I spilled all of the details about my encounter with Kc. Though I was almost sure that the whole school knew about my cafeteria concert. I was pretty positive that Kc hadn't told anyone about our conversation earlier. It had been rather private. I trusted that he was a decent enough human being that he would try to keep it that way.

I pulled my covers up to my chest and stared blankly at the ceiling, waiting for Darcy to turn off the lights. If nothing else this Kc boy had sparked my int rest by questioning my existence. I would have to get to know him a little bit better...for research purposes if nothing else.

Sooo...good?...bad?...let me know please!

The next chapter will be Kc's point of view on the quote.

The chapter after that is their build up to a relationship...it may also be their break up depending on where my mind takes me. To be honest I wasn't planning on analyzing this quote for more than a paragraph. Oh well.

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