Okay so here is chapter 2, I've written like the next few chapters but I'll probably update every Friday after today so woo! Oh and to all the people messaging me about my other fic, I have not ditched it! I have a chapter being written right this very second! Haha well tell me what you think about this okay! REVIEW – oh and I've seen catching fire 3 times already and it was freaking amazing and I seriously cried it was that good. Haha anyways, READ! And review okay do it, you know you want to, oh and I always forget but I don't own TMI or any of its characters.

Oh and the songs are vanilla twilight by owl city and story of my life by one direction, no I'm not a directioner okay, I just thought the song suited the chapter :-)


Chapter 2: With nothing and no one

I got home from the studio at about 2 in the morning, I walked into the house slamming the door shut behind me and walking straight to my room, not caring how much noise I made. I collapsed in my bed and fell asleep listening to Coldplay on my iPod.

I woke to the sound of my alarm clock, hitting the snooze button as hard as could. I looked up at the clock that said 6:30.

Ugh, Great. School.

I actually couldn't think of anything worse. It was actually hell. I couldn't stand high school anymore, it was filled with unnecessary drama, stupid skanks fighting over jerks, people too scared to be who they really are and pretending to be something 'cool' so they can be popular. It makes me want to puke just thinking that 5 months ago, it was one of my favourite things. I was a cheerleader, me and Izzy 'ruled the school' and we had boys chasing us.

But then 3 things happened; Izzy started dating my brother, my dad died and I realised how pathetic my life was.

Seriously, what was the point in all that stuff? Where did it get me? Nowhere.

I had no meaning. My life had no purpose. I realised that there was so much to life than prom, so much more to experience, to live.

And here I was complaining about stupid pathetic things like clothes and boys when I could be out there making a difference.

But no I'm stuck where I am, with nothing and no one.

After having a quick shower I get ready quickly, throwing on some blue denim high-waisted shorts with a tight black tee that hugged my curves in all the right places, and to finish of the outfit I put on a light blue denim vest and my black converse high tops. I put on a light amount of makeup and left my hair down, leaving the fiery curls to untangle themselves. With my hippie style shoulder bag, filled with books and my sketch pad and my phone in my pocket, I walked down the stairs leading to a day of hell – gloomy as hell, I know, but at the moment, it fits perfectly.

I sat my things down on the kitchen ground as I grabbed some toast that was already made and sat down at the kitchen table, Jonathon coming down the stairs the same my mother walked in from outside.

"Morning guys," mom says in a sweet but forced voice, walking in with mail and packing our lunches. "Morning, mom." Jon says with a small smile sitting down across from me with a bowl of cereal, toast and some bacon. "Morning," I put on a fake smile. "Do you want a lift?" Jon asks me, digging into his bacon. "Yeah if you don't mind," I say, finishing of my toast and taking my plate to the sink. "Yeah, no problem." He says finishing up his meal, how he ate all that so fast is way beyond me. "Ready?" he asks me as I pick up my bag, "not really," I muttered, "huh?" Jon gives me a confused look, "I said yeah, let's go." "Bye mom, we both say in unison as we walk out the door.

Ugh here we go.


I get out of the car and walk with Jon into school. We spot Simon first, one of Jon's best buddies from football. He has sandy brown hair and pretty brown eyes to go with it, there covered with contacts instead of glasses today. We dated once until I caught him cheating on me with one of my closest friends Aline at some party.

Eh I was over it.

"Hey Jon," he smiles, and nods at me "Clary." I force yet another smile for the day, "Hey Si." Jon and Simon start talking about something about football when we see Izzy looking stunning as ever with her jet black hair falling over her back like a sheet, her 6 inch stilettos and her tight blue and black dress that's so short it would look gross and slutty on other girls but it makes Izzy look beautiful. She walks in with her brother Alec, who looks exactly the same but instead of Izzy's dark eyes he has piercing blue eyes, he is also on the football team and is also good friends with Jon.

Jon embraces Izzy in a tight hug and a kiss, being cut short by mine and Alec's gaging sounds, "Dude what would you do if I started making out with Clary?" I looked at him confused, Jon stares at Alec, "I'd punch you in the face," he says in a joking way, "Exactly, now please, keep your hands of my sister while I'm around," Jon laughs and let's go of Izzy but quickly grabs her hand and we all walk into school together, I zone out of the conversation, putting my ear phones in and put my iPod on shuffle.

I say goodbye to everyone after the first warning bell rings and I walk towards my locker to put away my books and to get all my art gear ready for first period, as I go to shut my door and walk towards my homeroom, I don't notice where I'm going and knock into something, someone, gold.

I drop all my books and nearly fall flat on my butt but I'm stopped by two strong arms around my waist. I land back on my feet and look up at the guy who is still holding me. "Uh sorry about that," I apologise and he smiles, "No problem, I get it all the time," I give him a confused look, "Get what all the time?" he smirks, "Girls running into me, being 'clumsy'." Making air quotes as he says clumsy, "I mean what's not to like?" he gestures and looks at his body and then back up to my face, I scoff "Wow, you're not at all cocky are you?" he just winks at me and smirks, "Do you mind?" I gesture to his hands and try pushing away his hands, "Sorry darl, thought that's what you wanted," I bend down to pick up my books and then stand back up, "You couldn't be more wrong." And with that I walk off to homeroom. Finding my seat and thinking about why that golden face looks so familiar.


School went by quickly, I got through the first few periods pretty easily, sitting next to Izzy who had every class with me except music, and every class we would have the same conversations about nothing important and her relationship with Jon. It was maths, just before lunch when she had decided to talk about her and my brother's sex life, just what I wanted to know about.

"So what do you think?" Izzy asked when she took me from my thoughts, "Sorry, what?" I said, looking up from my page that was now covered in small drawings of patterns and swirls, "Were you even listening to me?" she looked at me with annoyed eyes, "Uh no, not really." I say with complete honesty. "Well I was just asking you if you think me and Jon are ready." "Um yeah, sorry Iz but I don't really want to know about my brother's sex life," I see her annoyed look and ask, "Uh why don't you just ask him?" I reply, finishing of my drawings. She sighs, "Ugh what's up with you lately? You never seem interested in anything I have to say." She looks down at her work, making sure not to make eye-contact with me. I can see how hurt she is, see how she's making the effort I'm not. But then I realise, I've been making the effort for the last 5 months and she's the one that never has time for me anymore, never really talks to me apart from about Jon, She never sees how much pain I'm in. We're supposed to be best friends. Not just me supporting her and getting nothing in return.

"Uh sorry I guess, I'm just not in the mood for anything right now, I just feel like this whole place is a waste of time." The words slip out of my mouth before I can stop them. "What do you mean?" she asks and gives me a confused look. "I just mean there's so much more out there, and we're stuck in this stupid school, with stupid people and me, well I'm just sick of it all, I dunno Izzy, I'm just over thinking a lot of things." I sigh and look up at her, her look still confused, "Don't worry about it, I'm okay." I say, sighing, knowing she doesn't understand. "Good." she says without a second thought and packs up her stuff as the bell rings for lunch, I sigh and we walk to our lockers together, "You coming to lunch?" she asks me, "Probably not, might go finish of some of my music project, I'll see you in English lit?" I smile and grab my music folder out of my locker, "You know it, see ya!" she smiles and walks towards the cafeteria. I walk to the only place in the school where I can lose myself, where I can feel normal, where I can let out all of my feelings.

I grab a guitar from the music room and sit by the small stage, pulling out my music book. I quickly choose a song. One of my favourites. I give the guitar a quick tune and begin to strum.

The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you, dear
'Cause I wish you were here

I'll watch the night turn light blue
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly
The silence isn't so bad
'Till I look at my hands and feel sad
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly

I'll find repose in new ways
Though I haven't slept in two days
'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone
But drenched in vanilla twilight
I'll sit on the front porch all night
Waist deep in thought because when
I think of you I don't feel so alone

I don't feel so alone
I don't feel so alone

As many times as I blink
I'll think of you tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight...

I'll think of you tonight

When violet eyes get brighter
And heavy wings grow lighter
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again
And I'll forget the world that I knew
But I swear I won't forget you
Oh if my voice could reach back through the past
I'd whisper in your ear:
"Oh darling, I wish you were here"

Every single lyric means something to me.

I miss my dad so much.

He was my hero, my everything. He brightened my darkest days and taught me so many things. He was the bravest, strongest man I have ever met and now he's gone and I'm by myself. I don't know what to do. I'm so broken.

Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain
I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days
She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones
Seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone

And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The ground beneath my feet is open wide
The way that I've been holding on too tight
With nothing in between

The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm
And time... is
The story of my life
I give her hope
I spend her love
Until she's broke
Inside
The story of my life

Written on these walls are the colors that I can't change
Leave my heart open but it stays right here in its cage
I know that in the morning now I see us in the light upon a hill
Although I am broken, my heart is untamed, still

And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The fire beneath my feet is burning bright
The way that I've been holding on so tight
With nothing in between

The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm
And time... is frozen
The story of my life
I give her hope
I spend her love
Until she's broke
Inside
The story of my life

And I'll be waiting for this time to come around
But baby running after you is like chasing the clouds

The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm
And time is frozen
The story of my life
I give her hope
I spend her love
Until she's broke
Inside

The story of my life
The story of my life
The story of my life
The story of my life

As soon as the song finishes the bell rings and I get up, pack all of my things and begin to walk back to my next class before deciding against it and changing my direction to the front of the school, passing my locker on the way and getting all the things I need, then I begin to walk, heading nowhere in particular, just walk.

I'm halfway to the front of the school when I hear my name being called.

"Clary?" it's a boy's voice and I really couldn't be bothered to explain anything so I keep on walking. "Clary!" I turn around annoyed, trying to get this person to leave but when I turn I realize who it is, Jonathon.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jon asks me, trying to be all parental. "What does it look like I'm doing?" I say, my voice full of sarcasm. "Are you seriously ditching? Why?" "Jesus, does it matter? I'm just sick of school okay, I'm leaving." I'm beyond pissed off. I really just don't care anymore. I need to get out of this place. "Why are you sick of it?" "Oh my god Jonathon! Just leave me alone!" I begin to storm of but before I can get anywhere his hand grabs my arm and whips me back around, "Clary, what's wrong?" if he wasn't the jerk he now was I would have talked to him, told him everything. But he wasn't anymore, I couldn't tell him anything. "Everything's wrong Jonathon and you couldn't care less so just leave me the hell alone!" I was angry, sad, annoyed, depressed. I was any bad feeling you could probably think of. I pull my arm out of his grasp and begin to run, and I don't stop running until I see him.


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