Hello there! Before you read, know that this story is currently on hold. I am going back a editing all of the chapters of this story because I read it over and I hate it (which explains why I haven't updated in months). I was going to drop it and work on this other story (which I think is much more profound) but I decided editing and then deciding is the smarter choice. So I edited this 8/11/13. Please follow me for another story I've been working on for a couple of months that should be out soon.

I was in no possible way jealous. I was not jealous that my only friend since forever is dating Ashely Perkenson or the fact my mother is finally getting re-married. I was not depressed because I knew that I was all alone. I was simply bored. Yeah, that was it.

My mom thought I needed a therapist. She didn't understand why I dodn't want any more friends. Why I was in denial that my mother and Simon were leaving me for their own lives. It was not like I wasn't not happy for them. I really was. I just was not looking for someone else to jump into my life. I'd been completely content with life so far and making a new friend would only ruin that. At least I thought so. Maybe I did need a therapist.

I was cutting it close. There were only fifteen more minutes until school started and I was still in bed, half asleep and half awake. I sighed. I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to be reminded that I was officially a loner. Of course my better, more responsible side of me got myself out of bed, dressed, fed, and ready for school. I grabbed my car keys and raced outside. Normally I walked to school which was reasonable considering it was only five minutes away, but there was only five minutes left until the final bell rang so I was willing to waste a tiny bit of gas in my mom's Honda. I got to school with about two minutes to left. My math teacher had always been strict about tardiness in her class and after being tardy seven times this semester, I only needed one more mark and I would have detention. I ran to my class coming in thirty seconds after the bell. Like I said, strict math teacher.

"Clary, you're tardy," she yelled as I walked in.

"Thanks for pointing it out Ms. Wane," I told her. I don't know why I back talked her. Normal Clary would have just sat down and except detention like a good tardy person would. I was tired, careless, and frustrated Clary and apparently, this Clary came with back talk.

"Well, Miss Fray, I guess you don't need me then to point you out the principal's office?" I never did like Ms. Wane. She's just grouchy all the time because her boyfriend dumped her for her prettier and nicer younger sister who got the new school principal job over her. I waited for Ms. Wane to write me up before I headed over to Mrs. Copland's office. She was already busy, talking to the school ass, Jace Lightwood.

He was drenched in water and had his swim junks on. I sighed. This boy had always done stupid things like this ever since kindergarten when he made the teacher think his nose was bleeding. It took thirty minutes in nurses office for them to realize that it was just ketchup.

"Jace," Mrs. Copland said with a stern sing-song tone in her voice, "it has been ten minutes within the school day and you've already turned one of the classrooms in the swimming pool? Do you realize that we have to pay to for this damage?"

"Mrs. Copland," Jace said mimicking her, "did you realize, I'm rich?""Look, Mr. Lightwood, we choose to ignore you ridiculous tactics because your parents are major donators to the school and you do extraordinary in football. But Jace, I can no longer look out for you. One more crazy antic and am afraid it will lead it expulsion. Understand?"

"Yes, Mrs. Copland," Jace mumbled. The Principal noticed me for the first time.

"Ahh, Miss Fray! Why don't you come in? Jace, you may go," Jace left the office without even looking at me. He had a smug little smile on his face and walked down the hall to his classroom. I kept staring at him until Mrs. Copland brought me back to reality.

"Miss Fray, please don't tell me you're falling for that boy like every other girl here is," she ranted. She took a long gulp of her morning coffee and turned towards me in her large, super comfy looking, desk chair.

"Nope," I said and handed her my note from her horrid sister, "just wondering how a boy like that can be so...wet?" Mrs. Copland laughed as she scanned through the note.

"Clary, I know my sister is thick so I am going to ignore this entire note and since summer is next week, I'll ignore your tardiness as well. Make sure this doesn't happen next year, though. I'm so tired of Sarah sending clearly good children to me for stupid reasons. Sorry for my unprofessional language and behavior but it's been a stressful morning. Clary, though, I must ask. You've pretty much never been tardy until this month. Is everything alright?" she asked. I looked at her. Of course everything was not alright! My mother is marrying someone in Massachusetts and I will have to transfer schools next year. My best and only friend can't hang out with me over the week or any weekend because he is obsessed with his new girlfriend. And I don't know how to tell them all that I got into an art school in California that only lets in 20 applicants every year out of three thousand. I hate change. I absolutely despise it but I can't do anything about it. And summer is next week. Great.

I shook my head.

"Okay, well then. Looks like you're good to go," she sent me back to class. Math is one of those classes where I just start to count the minutes when I'm stressed out. I have million things on my mind; I'm not going to remember logarithms. The bell rings though, not soon enough. I rushed out of math and pass by my next two classes with the next two hours and then there's lunch.

Simon and Ashley were already at our table, feeding each other french fries. It's not that I was jealous of her and in love with Simon like most people think. Simon had been my best friend since birth basically and I would never see him like that. But Ashley made me want to pull my hair out and scream. She thinks she's the smartest person to ever walk on the planet and that everyone should kiss the ground she walks on. Honestly, I thought she should date Lightwood. They both love mirrors and he could always use a tutor. I went and sat at the table without them even noticing me. I sighed as took out my sketch book and colored pencils. I had let drawing take over me as I saw the image in my head and let it pour out on my paper. In my drawing, my mother was on one side with Luke, her fiancée, in her wedding dress waiting to be married. On the same side, Simon was making out with Ashley, like he is now. On the other side of the paper was me, uncolored, invisible. I'd always taken pride in being invisible before. It kept me out of gossip and drama. But maybe being colored in wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

I couldn't take another moment of Ashley eating Simon's face and got up placing my sketch book in my hand, lunch bag in the other. Just as I turned to look for another table, I bumped into the popular bitch named Isabel Lightwood, Jace's little sister. Maybe I should have stayed invisible.

"Bitch!" she said as her lunch fell all over me and I dropped my stupid brown bag and sketch book, "maybe you should watch where your going and next time, you won't have to pay for my lunch."

"Excuse me?" I asked. She didn't really expect me to buy her lunch did she? Her food was all over me and was falling down my bra. If anyone was going to buy anyone anything, it was going to be her, buying me a new shirt.

"I can't eat my lunch now. It's in your hair."

"Exactly. You're rich anyways. You don't need middle class citizens, especially when you just dropped food down their shirts, to buy you lunch. That's the reason there is a recession."

I don't know what is up with me and back talk today. But to be honest, it feels kind of good.

"I can't understand you. You're talking with food in your bra," she laughed as she took a spin at table educate joke. But finally she walked away. I sighed, pulling spaghetti out of my bra and went to the bathroom to get the marinara sauce out of my hair. The sink was red when I was done and so was my once white t-shirt. A senior, Maia Roberts, walked through the door and sees it.

"Jeez! You must be the chick Isabel dumped her lunch on. You didn't do a very good job at cleaning it up," she said. I laughed a sarcastic laugh.

"I don't think I could get out a huge red stain in a white blouse. No one has that many Tide-to-Gos," I joked. Maia laughed.

"You've got a little funny bone on you. I've never seen you around before, though," she said.

"That's because I've pride in being invisible. But today I figured, fuck it," I said sarcastically. She laughed again.

"Okay, because I like you, I'll give you something. But if you tell Isabel I gave you this I won't ever talk to you. Alright?" she pulled a dark blue t-shirt. I eyed it like a Christmas present and she laughed as she threw it at me. Quickly as possible, I threw it over my stained t-shirt. It fit perfectly.

"Give me your phone," she said. I pulled it out of my pocket and handed it to her. She twilled around with it for a little bit before handing it back to me.

"Text me this summer. We can hang out in Times Square, okay?" I nodded. And just for moment, I felt glad to be colored in. And suddenly, the change was no longer something eating inside of me.

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I'd been planning this since I could remember. It was supposed to be my senior prank but I knew I could do something even better for that and I just couldn't wait any longer. It was perfect timing and just HAD to do it. I had woken up early that day knowing what I would do could get me in a lot of trouble. It could possibly ruin my entire life. But I couldn't not do it. That would be like asking me NOT to like girls or NOT to call myself Jace. So I grabbed my swim gear and snuck into the lodge. The school gave the Lightwoods keys when they donated $10,000 for "the kids". This made my job easier. Steal the keys and sneak into the school. They hid them in this big drawer that is locked and that key is hidden under the vegetable drawer in the fridge. I found that out when I looked for carrots because my last girlfriend had a strange obsession with them. After she had been so much help, I almost felt bad breaking up with her. Almost.

After getting the keys, I needed to wake up my brother and sister. I couldn't do this without them. Izzy was cranky like always until I reminded her what our mission was. Alec thought I was in trouble for some reason. I told him that we were flooding the school and he threw a pillow at me, telling me I was such a dumbass. Thankfully my brother drives on the crazy fast side. I grabbed the keys and picked my least favorite classroom. The art teacher was done for the year so the room was empty. Thank the lord!

"Open the window, Jace!" Isabel screamed from outside. The window was slightly more complicated than I had expected but I got it open soon enough. Alec looked super nervous.

"Here. Let's just keep it to one classroom, Jace," he handed me the device that would keep the water from spreading through the whole school and I shoved it under the door. That's when we turned on the hose. Oh how it poured water out perfectly. Once it reached our ankles, Izzy and Alec bailed.

"I need to go to college!" Izzy said as she climbed out the window, "Sorry Jace!"

It was alright. After they left, I changed into my bathing suit and the water reached my knees. I had to get out now so I could shut the water off. I had to time it perfectly. It couldn't reach the window but it couldn't be so low that it didn't even get close to it at course I turned it off perfectly.

That's how I ended up in my swim suit, soaking wet, in the principal's office. She had to get into that door that morning and when it was lock and she couldn't open it with her keys (That was the difficult part for me), she started to freak out. She went around to the window to find me swimming laps. She screamed, "Once your done with your little swim, why don't you stop by my office and we can talk.

I did my job well. Mrs. Copland was a nice lady and a good enough principal but she didn't know how good the damage room was on the bottom floor. That floor doesn't leak at all and doesn't absorb water. I patched the walls with rubber early that year so it wouldn't ruin it at all (don't ask how I did this without being caught). The only thing that costs about my prank, was the fact that they would have to drain the water out.

The Lightwoods wouldn't be happy but at least they only had to pay a little bit.

I was lucky. Most people would have been expelled for what I did. But since it caused no damage and the draining would be paid by my parents, I got away with nothing but detention on the final day of school. Hey it could have been worse...And I took joy in coloring in "make an indoor swimming pool" on my bucket list...