Clary lived only a couple houses away from the school she attended, choosing to walk even when the weather was cold or wet. She had ear buds blasting her strange music into her ears, the light autumn breeze lifting the edges of her book's pages. As far as anyone ever saw of her, she either had her music and a book or just her music. She couldn't help herself, the lives and worlds that fictional characters lived in sounded so much better than the life she had. All through middle school she had been bullied about her unique last name so she didn't bother talking to people anymore. She had no friends and certainly no plans for Halloween. 

Book still in hand Clary meandered in through the classroom door, knowing her way to her seat blindly through practice. She placed her bag down on the floor and sat down at her desk, noticing a difference almost immediately. There was a not on her desk, something that probably didn't belong to her anyway. Still she opened it up and read it, finding herself overjoyed despite her cool display. As calmly as she could, she allowed a little smile to form on her lips as she glanced over at the girl she knew to be Cara. Not the most popular girl in school, in fact she might have been considered infamous if more people noticed her. She was considered an oddball but Clary didn't mind. She knew what it was like to have people make fun of things that can't be helped. A thought struck her after a moment, a twist in her gut that she pushed away. [I]What have I ever done to deserve getting invited to a party? Sure I've never bothered her, but it's not like I've done anything for her. Nah, maybe she's trying to be nice and make some friends. Good for her, I'll support her.[/I] Clary pocketed the note and wrote down the time on her personal calendar.