Thank you to my first reviewer! I still don't know if that will be the same Claire. Do you think it should be, or would changing her age be too weird?

I am not Stephanie Meyer, so I don't own Twilight. I own everyone in this chapter except Jared, Kim, and Seth. This will not be like a television show, but you will see the goal of the story soon. Please review.

KPOV-

''Can you six please stay after class?,'' Mr. Jenks asks.

What the hell are we gonna say, no? He's a teacher, and we don't wanna get in trouble.

''Okay,'' I answer for all of us as we return to our seats.

Time ticks by slowly, and finally the last bell rings to signal our freedom. All of the popular kids rush out. Seth waves at us before walking out.

''Why so serious,'' Mr. Jenks asks us, probably taking in our terrified expressions.

''You didn't like our singing,'' Micha accuses.

''No. thaat's not it. I liked it. Which is why I wanna start a glee club with you,'' Mr. Jenks says.

''What the hell,'' Anthony asks.

''Language, Anthony,'' Mr. Jenk remoinds him.

''Well sorry, but why a glee club?,'' Amthony asks.

''Yeah, '' Justin asks.

''Look, I see potential in each and every last one of you. I'd like to put that potential to good use, and let you guys sing. You will still be in choir, but you will have oractices everyday after school for an hour,'' Mr. Jenks explained.

We all looked around, our eyes going from face to face. Could we? Should we?

''Alright, Mr. Jenks,'' Micha smiles ,''You've got yourself a glee club.''

''Fantastic. Practices start tomorrow. See you hear bright and early,'' Mr. Martin says before dismissing us.

Like I said. I'm invisible. So the moment I walk out of the choir room, someone knocks into me, my books spill out on the floor, and no one offers to help me.

You know what's even sadder? I'm invisible in my own home. I could be right in y family's face and they still wouldn't see me My mom is a lawyer, and ndever home, My dad owns a restaraunt chain, and frequently visits his most popular restaraubnt in New York. And as for my siblings...well they don't know I'm there either. My parents pay more attention to them than to me.

My brother, Carson, is the star of the football team. I know Jared's the quarterback, but my brother is the reason they went all-state. He's huge-not fat- with musckes. He has short blackj hair, brown eyes with green specks i them, and he's about 6'4.

My sister, Gina, is the genious of the family. She is seventeen, Just a year older than me. She has one speeling bee's, decatholons, science fairs...you name it, she's won it, She's pretty, with a lot of my mom's characteristics. She has the same, wavy, black hair that my mom has. It flows just past her shoulders, and it's always neat. She has big, brown doe eyes, They have the cutest specks of blue in them. She has perfect skin, a curvy figure, and is the poster child for beautiful girls.

Me? I'm the plain girl no one sees. I don't ecell at sports or academics, and I certainly won't win any beauty contests. Especially not with this giant zit on my cheek.

I walk into my room, and sit on my bed. Unfortuantely, I share a room with Gina. WHy do they always bunk ugly people with beautiful people? To make them see how truly ugly they are.

I look at myself in the mirror. I'm disgusting. I'm at my lowest point of self esteem. I've never had a extremely high self esteem or confidence in myself, but being in a house full of truly beautiful people only made it worse.

I wasn't born pretty, I suppose. And all of my ugly little flaws just became more noticeable the older I become. I can't talk to my sister, because she doesn't know what it's like to be ugly.

Yup. It's just me, little old Kim. Alone in her little own world.

APOV-

My parent's where fighting. Again. It was making me truly sick. I wish I could go over Justin's house, but he would be out with his girlfriend.

I wheeled myself over to my desk and tried to concentrate on my homework, but not even the pathagorean theorem can block out my parent's arguing.

I don't wanna complain. Not really. But would it be so damn hard for my parent's to realize that I need help realing through the damn doorway? Sometimes I sit there until Micha or Justin walk by on their way to school and help me through. Seriously, do my parents even know I'm in a wheelchair? I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't.

I close my book in frustration. I'll just ask Ally for help tomorrow. I wheel myself over to my bed, oull myself out, and lie in bed.

I fall asleep fast. drowning out my parent's angry voices.

Allyson'sPOV-

I vomited into the toilet. This was the fifth time today that I've made a trip to the bathroom. What the hell is wrong with me? I haven't felt this crappy since I ate my stepmom's cooking. I was i bed for three days with the stomach flu. I felt like shit. But I haven't eaten her cooming in three years. So what was wrong with me?

JPOV-

I slapped her across the face,''Who the hell told you to speak to me like that?.''

She whimpered, and I slapped her back even harder.

''Did anyone tell you to talk?,'' I growled.

''No,'' she whimpered, tears forming in her eyes.

''Bitch, are you crying? Shut the hell up,'' I snap.

I throw her to the floor, and step iver her to my nightstand. I pull out a condom.

''Get up,'' I spit.

She pulls herself off of the floor, and walks over to me.

She already knows what we're about to do.

MichaPOV-

This is wrong, and I know it. But it feels so right. I don't know how to tell him to stop. It was too good. He is mine, and I am his. I know that it's be wrong, And maybe I'll regret it tommorrow, but not now,. No. Definitely not now.