Clary's POV
I wake up to yelling, screaming ugh. What is the commotion about? Some people just want to sleep! I drag myself out of bed and downstairs. Oh wonderful my mother, Jocelyn is yelling something at me it sounds like School…. Clary…. Wake…. Up… Late wait, what? There's school today? Oh god I fell like I just got stabbed in the back. Apparently it's my first day of high school as a freshman. Oh joy (note the sarcasm) and it's even better because I don't even know where any thing is… Why does life hate me? Why can't I just sleep in? I groggily drag myself back upstairs and get in the shower. Hopefully a shower can wake me up. I turn the water off and hear more annoying screaming. What now?
"Clary, you have to hurry Jon's going to leave soon and I'm guessing you don't want to walk 8 blocks to school." My mother shouts
What 8 blocks? Yea, not today. Oh, I won't be totally lost! Yay! Because my brother Jon is a senior or a junior or something like that. Anyway the point is, is that he knows what he's doing, unlike me. Luckily our school doesn't have uniforms so that's another positive thing! I find a pair of black jeans, a green T-shirt a leather jacket and a pair of converses, now all that's left is my hair. Yea, it's frizzy, red, curly, and unmanageable ugh. After using about a million different hair products and brushing it, I look presentable. I walk back downstairs; grab a protein bar and some coffee and head out the door.
I slide into the passenger side of the car and look at Jon quizzically. Wow. No lecture yet?
"Clary, why did you take sooo.. Long?" he asks. Yep, here it comes.
"Um.. I didn't know that we had school" I respond in a tiny voice
"You didn't know that we had school?" he talk/shouts
"Yep" I say. He just shakes his head and starts backing out of the driveway.
"You are in high school now. You can't forget these things," he states
"I try not to" I respond. He doesn't reply.
We pull into the school's parking lot. I get out of the car with my book bag and what's left of my coffee; it's like the only thing I enjoy in the mornings now. And I start to follow Jon into the building. I get my schedule from a grumpy lady, and I head the way that Jon told me my locker would be in. oh joy! I look at my schedule it says:
1st: HOMEROOM
2nd: MATH
3rd: SOCIAL STUDIES
4th: LUNCH
5th: LANGUAGE/WRITING
6TH: STUDY HOUR
7th: ART
NO! Social studies and math right in the morning someone kill me! At least I have art thank goodness. Now lets focus, where the hell is homeroom? Lucky me! My brother has seemed to sense my confusion and is coming down the hallway. Although, he's with a bunch of boys. Possibly friends? One ting that he excels at and I don't. I had one friend he was nice, cool but we didn't keep in touch so I basically have no friends. While Jon has a bunch of friends, it's so unfair.
"What's your first class?" he asks
" Dude you know her?" one of his friends ask
"Yea, she's my little sister" Jon replies. I shoot him a look, which hopefully says my appearance may be little but DO NOT CALL ME THAT!
"Well, hello Jon's little sister" someone mocks I shoot him the death glare which he cringes at and mutters "don't want to mess with her"
"Ok. So introductions, though don't expect her to memorize all your names." My brother says trying to smooth things out. I have to restrain myself from saying "smooth Jon, real nice" I motion for the boys to start.
"Oh, hi my name is Jordan." says a tall dark boy. Jeez being around all these tall people really make me feel short
"I'm Alec," says this uninterested boy with black hair and blue eyes, he looks slightly out of place.
"My name is the amazing, one and only Jace," states a tall, golden haired/eyed boy, why is everyone so tall
"Dramatic" I comment
"I try to make life interesting" he says as if I offended him. Oh, well my life sucks
"My name is Sebastian but, call me Seb," says another guy but I can't really see him. I sort of tune out to the rest of the introductions until Jon says:
"Would you like to introduce yourself or are you going to be mystery girl?" I see a few smirks. I slap my brother, who pretends to be hurt.
"I am Clary," I state. I see a few nods before turning my attention back to Jon.
"My first class is homeroom and I am late for it." I state
"Well, well you are in luck, my first class is homeroom also along with half of these guys" he says gesturing over his shoulder to the group of talking guys
"can we go?" I question
"I will never figure you out, you don't like to get up and you don't like to be late" he says
" I just don't want to look bad and I love sleep" I say as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
We walk through a bunch of halls before reaching a big auditorium where a middle aged man is blabbering about stuff which makes me want to scream "I DON'T CARE" but I don't
"that is , he is our princeipal and he also teaches social studies" my brother says sadly hmm. Guess I am not the only person who hates social studies or this guy's blabbering
"I hate him already" I mutter
"Yea his social studies classes are brutal" my brother responds
"and his talking" I add
"yep" he replies
"so what class are you taking next?" Jon asks.
"the horrid, horrible math" I say. As if a dragon is about to eat me. Well, math does consume me so I guess it's a reasonable comparison. For some reason Jon laughs.
"Its not that bad" he states
"Coming from a person who excels at it" I mutter
"I guess" is all I get in response
"So children, high schoolers you are dismissed to your next class" says the booming voice of mr. starkweather
"Lets leave" I say. A bunch of people rush towards the door. "Next time 5 minutes early."I add after seeing everyone leave at the same time.
"Yea. Good idea" Jon says
"Hello Mr. and Miss Fray" says someone behind us. I turn to see where the voice has come from. NO! it's the Starkweather dude. My brother says hi calmly I mean how could he. I'm freaking out. I do a shaky introduction of myself before starts lecturing my brother on how he has to be on time to class and blah blah blah. Jon and I leave the room after a while and I ask out of the blue
"Jon…."
"Yes?" he asks
"Thank you for-I mean like you have been helping me find classrooms and not ditching me and stuff.." I conclude
"Oh clare its my job as your older brother….."he says before drifting off and thinking
"Here we are" jon says
"Thanks, see ya later" I say and head into class
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math class consists of me not paying any attendion, making a friend(Izzy), talking to Jon after class promising to meet at lunch and Izzy accusing me of having a boyfriend scince apparently Jon and I looked "close". Oh and one very important thing COFFEE! Which means we(Izzy and I) will be late to social studies even though Starkweather dude told me not to be late this morning.
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"WHY ARE YOU LATE?" the teacher asks
"If I may correct you sir we are fashionably late" Izzy says. I am not sure how that makes a difference but she continues, "we needed coffee so that we could pay attendsion in class. And if we are a few minutes late but focus in class don't you think its worth it?"
"Whatever" he mutters "now introduce yourself and say your favorite historical event. Clary…" he adds
"I'm Clary and my favriote historical event was just now" I say. He narrows his eyes and says "Isabelle"
"I'm izzy and my favorite event was when Clary just now proved what we said was history"
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I text Jon where we are siting for lunch, and he arrives with his "group" I think Izzy's mouth drops but I choose to ignore that.
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Language goes by quickly and is my favorite class so far I mean if you had to choose between Social Studies, Math and Language what would you choose? Any way I head to study hour and I feel…. Tired. I arrive early and am greeted by a lady named something I mean that's not her name its just I wasn't really listening. Sleep sounds like a good idea I think as I drift off.
