READ AUTHOR'S NOTE! VERY IMPORTANT!

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Welllllllllll...after carefull consideration... and studying all the wonderful reviews that people left me...I decided that I DID want to continue this story. Actually I decided that after the first few reviews, but never really decided what I wanted to continue it with. I thought, and messaged my best reviewers, and began several other stories...some even in hopes of incorpuration this into.

My biggest conflict...originality. I know you are all famililiar with the ever-so-usual Zack and Cody angst. Zack or Cody becomes deppressed after not getting enough attention in school, so the result to drugs or cutting. Then, they either find a girl that makes it all better, or end up almost killing themselves, or in a few actually killing themselves. Now don't get me wrong...I do love those stories...me being such an angst fan...but its too common.

So I decided to find a way to make the story less cliché , and more original. And I knew I couldn't do it myself, so I pmed Sillvermedal...requesting help...since she is one of my most trusted reviewers, and one of the most talented ff writers I know of.

Our sollution...what you about to read...with a twist. She will be co-writing the story. Please, do not give me all the credit for writing this story...as it will not all be me. You can pm her telling her what a wonderfull author she is...or whatever. (It can be very frustrating to be writing half of a story, and hardly getting any credit. Yes...this has happened to me before) And yes...this chapter was written by me, but she will be writing the next. Then I'll write chapter 4, and she'll do 5...and so on.

I really hope that you enjoy the story! Thanks to all the previous reviewers...I appreciate the nice ones so much!They are what encouraged me continue...and now with our great plot I am glad that I did!

Without further ado...I present the story! Chapter two! YAY! lol

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You would think I would have cried all the tears I could. But in school the next Monday, I found myself walking down the crowded hallways, face down, with a huge rock forming in the bottom of my throat. I forced it down, trying to deny the shadows of self-pity whirling over my whole being. I didn't need self-pity; it only caused more misery. Misery was the last thing I needed right now.

The floors of the school were dirty. I bet no one else has noticed that.

My fists were thrust into the pockets of my old pair of jeans. I fingered the cloth inside, scraping the lint into the cracks of my nails. I took another, and flicked it off the end of my finger. It floated to the ground, and I stopped to watch several people's shoes squash it heartlessly. That was I. Invisible.

The I. There was no I in my name. There was an I in invisible. I. I for invisible. That was I. Maybe that was it. I was invisible. I being me. Utterly invisible. Nothing. No one noticed me because I really wasn't here. Maybe there was some way to restore my visibility.

I waved my own hand in front of my face. It was still there. Did no one else notice? I waved it again, with more force, and then turned my palm away, like I was waving at a friend. Ha. The friend I didn't have. My palm turned and waggled helplessly in the air at the mercy of my arm. By now I had reached my locker, and was standing in front of it, waving my hand relentlessly like a freak. My fingers flopped around…I could feel the blood in them jerking back and forth.

I probably looked like a freak.

I was a freak.

But I didn't care. Forget the tears. There's nothing wrong with being a freak. I don't need to have self-pity.

It was hard sometimes.

I glanced a look at myself in the mirror standing near the locker, baring a sign above it scrawled with How do you reflect Boston High?

Ha. Some representative I was. I was short. Skinny. Ok, I had nice hair. It was Zack's hair though. The girls liked it on Zack. And I was standing next to the locker, waving a hand ferociously, as if I were some mentally retarded person. That wasn't the self-image I wanted.

But it didn't matter…I was invisible.

I had no self-image to destroy.

"What the heck are you doing?"

I instantly slapped my hand down by my side, and jerked my head in the direction of the voice. My eyes met with the deep black eyes of a tall girl. She had long silky black hair down to her waist, and was dressed in a strange fashion.

"You're talking to me?" I finally managed. It certainly felt strange. Answering a question, or even talking back to someone.

"No, there's another freak waving their hand wildly around, like some type of mental."

"Oh. Ok" I turned to my locker and began to twist the lock, cautiously looking in her direction. I got it; she was just insulting me.

"Hey, aren't you Zack Martin?"

"NO!" I said quickly, turning to face her with fiery eyes. "I'm his twin brother. Cody Martin."

"He has a twin?"

God, these people are so ignorant.

"Do I seriously look, or act like Zack?"

"Well, no…I guess."

Why was she bothering me?

"So what are you doing talking to me?"

"There's no one else to talk to. Griffin is at the dentist. He should be back soon though." Her voice didn't sound quite as kind as the words that she spilled out.

"Who?" I asked, slamming the door to my locker hard.

"My brother Griffin. Look, if you don't want to talk, I'm completely a-ok with going away."

"Oh." It still felt weird…actually talking to someone. At school. Having a conversation longer then a few seconds long. With someone I had never met. I decided to take advantage of it, as the tall girl began to walk in the other direction from my class.

"Hey…wait up!" I flew over to where she was walking, and tapped her on her shoulder. "What's your name?"

"Carly," she said curtly. "Like you should care."

I knew how to make friends…if they would actually talk to you. I had plenty in middle school."

"So, when is your brother getting back?"

"Should be back any sec."

"I followed her to her classroom, studying her as we walked. Carly was dressed in a short blue skirt, with red and black checkered leggings. Her shirt was a long green t-shirt, tied at the side in a knot. Various necklaces were draped down her neck, both gold and silver. Her outfit clashed so bad…it almost matched.

She's not quite my type for dating…I decided after careful analysis. But that didn't mean we couldn't be friends.

My thoughts were interrupted by Carly suddenly stopping near the office, as the tardy bell was ringing. I didn't care if I was late though.

"Griffin!" she shouted suddenly, pointing her hand towards a boy emerging out of the office with a yellow slit of paper in his hands…

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SO...what did you think? I really hope that you like it...and I think that you will all enjoy it as it moves along. It will get a little more light-hearted, but for you angst lovers...don't worry. The angst will come back in later chapters!

So now you've read the story, and dealt with my anoying author's notes ( ;) )

I have one little request of you...if you please. Please review on this story...it will mean the world to me! lol.

Next chapter will be written by Sillvermedal...and it is coming soon!

Nicole :)