My name is Clarice Morning. If you asked anybody in my town if they know of a " Clarice Morning" they would probably give you a strange look and tell you to look somewhere else. The thing is, I was born invisible. Not just invisible but nobody can see, hear, feel, taste, or even smell me. I guess you can call me nothing. All I do day after day is watch, observe, hope to wake up as someone different and start over. I want to begin again. Is that even possible? I have read books, it is possible in a child's eyes, but that doesn't mean anything. Or does it?
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.