Jace's POV:
Knock knock.
Silence.
"Jace."
More knocks.
"JACE. JACE!"
The door clicked and was left ajar by none other than Isabelle, the most annoying person in the world.
Don't get me wrong. I love Isabelle. Just not in the morning.
I groaned. The weight of Izzy made a thump on my bed.
"Wake up Jace! I swear if you don't, I'm going to slap you awake."
Isabelle's POV:
Jace's eyelashes fluttered open. He reached for his iphone, checked for the time and groaned. Again.
"It's 5:45am, Isabelle. Lay back a little. It's the first day of school. Not the apocalypse. Plus, there's still about 2 hours until school starts."
He tugged the blanket over his head and hid his face under it, his arm lying under his head.
"Jace. Puh-lease. You're the It-guy in our school. You have to look the part to be the part."
"I'm sure that's the motto of your life. Not mine. And for the record, my clothes are perfect. So stop complaining." He replied with his voice muffled under the layers of cotton.
I rolled my eyes. Him and his ego.
"Come on. Start getting dress."
Jace protested.
Clary's POV:
New year. New Start. I don't want this school year to end up like the last. Maybe this year will pass me by swiftly and quickly and those bitches, Seelie and Kaelie and that skunk, Sebastian will finally leave me alone.
That did it. It triggered the unwanted memories but sheer determination flowed through me.
No. You know what, it is a new year and a new start. I have had enough of their bullshit. I don't want to be that timid and fearful girl who gets bullied. I don't want to be scared anymore. It's tiring to be afraid. This year, I want to stand up for myself. This year, I want to be strong. Not to let the trivialities get to me. Who cares about what they think? Who cares if they judge? Me? I don't give a sh-
Clink.
It jolted me out of my thoughts. I turned from my mirror to the window and drew the gauzy white curtains apart to find Simon leaning on his blue-grey car waiting, his hand still holding on to a few rocks. He waved with his free hand. I quickly grabbed my almost-empty bag and made my way downstairs.
"Jon, let's go! We don't have much time until the school bell rings. I, for one, don't want to be late on the first day of school." I yelled as I paced by his room.
The door opened and my twin brother appeared, looking ready for school with his bag pack and all.
"I fucking hate the first day of school. Or school in general, for that matter." He mumbled under his breath.
Well, at least physically.
Guys, guys. I'm sorry if this first chapter is terrible. I'm not much of a writer and my English sucks. Look the first chapter is such a drag. The characters are not even in school yet. Please review and give me some constructive criticism. I need a little help with the story and if I come up with a better title or you guys can help suggest titles, I'll change it. Oh also please tell me what you want to happen between the characters and I will try to fit it in. Thanks