Hey guys! It's been such a long, busy week! And I hate how it's Friday and there is no new Degrassi! Urgh. February seems so far away.

Anyways, I haven't updated this story in awhile and I really like this song so I decided to make a long oneshot for it. Thanks for being patient with me while I focus on other stories. This one is kind of just a side project.

Song: Miss Invisible

Artist: Marie Digby

There's a girl
Who sits under the bleachers
Just another day eating alone

Clare approached the abandoned bleachers. She weaved her way under the wooden beams of the bleachers and sat down. She pulled her lunch out of her backpack and picked at it.

She found it funny how other's wished for such pointless things like the new iPod or for their parties to turn out well. They had people who cared about them. They had everything she didn't.

And though she smiles
There is something just hiding
And she can't find a way to relate

As she sat, picking at her lunch, alone under the bleachers, she fantasized about being popular. For everyone to know her name, for her cell phone to always being blowing up with calls and texts from friends, and for him to actually like her. Maybe, just maybe if she had those things, she wouldn't be doing this to herself. She wouldn't have to pour out her pain and loneliness through deep cuts on her wrists. They were silent screams, desperate cries for someone to take notice, for someone to understand her.

But instead, she walks down the halls with a smile on her face, just acting like everything is okay. No one notices and no one bothers to help her out.

She just goes unnoticed
As the crowd passes by
And she'll pretend to be busy
When inside she just wants to cry

After lunch, Clare went to her locker to grab her books for her afternoon classes. She can feel the tears starting to well up in her eyes, but she pushed her emotions to some other part of her and put on that same, fake smile. People passed by her, laughing with their friends on the way to their classes. Couples passed by holding hands. And he stood just feet away, at his locker, completely oblivious to the fact that she was staring at him. Completely oblivious to the fact that the girl that is absolutely in love with him, is planning to kill herself after school that day.

Take a little look at the life of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little closer, I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes
Take another look at the face of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little harder and maybe then you will see why she waits for the day
When you'll ask her her name

Put he had noticed her. She was in his English class and sat right behind him. He saw past all the fake happiness she surrounded herself in. He had even noticed the cuts on her wrist one day, when her sleeve fell down when she reached for the papers his teacher had passed down the row to her. He wanted to help her, but he didn't know how. He wanted to see a real smile on her face.

While he was at his locker, he quickly glanced at her. Once again, she was wearing her dishonest smile. He saw that her eyes were shiny with tears. He didn't know the girl at all, but he hated seeing her like this. He had to do something.

Eli slammed his locker shut and walked across the hall to her. She was grabbing her books out of her locker. He reached in front of her and grabbed them for her, tucking them under his arm with his own books. He gave her a warm smile.

"Hi, I'm Eli. Mind if I walk with you to class?" he asked kindly.

Little did he know that that very smile had just saved a life.