They always say that first impressions count. Well not to Clarissa Fray, Clary for short. Today was her first day at a new school. Alicante school to be exact. And all she honestly wanted to do was be ignored and forgotten. She wanted to blend into the crowd. I mean It shouldn't be hard, she didn't think of herself as pretty. Fiery red hair that could not be tamed and a temper to match, she had big green eyes and if you looked close enough and for long enough then you could see the golden specks in them. So really all she needed to do was make a few friends, stay out of people's way and not get into fights. It should be easy as long as no one pisses her off.
Today she woke up and got up to have a short hot shower. Clary came out dried and brushed her hair until was as tamed as she could get it. She put on a thin layer of eyeliner with a little flick to complete the look, she put on a bit of concealer to hid as many of her childish freckles as possible and then to top it all off she put on baby pink lipstick. She despised the colour pink, but the colour complimented her skin tone so who was she to complain. Next she moved onto to her clothes. Nothing that was going to make her standout. She put on so highwaisted shorts with gold buttons, a white lacy vest top, her favourite pair of black combat boots and her black leather jacket.
She skipped down the stairs, surprised at how much energy she had and 7:30 in the morning. Clary walked into the kitchen and was greeted with the sight of pancakes, next to them a note, her mothers handwriting obvious. She picked up the note and read aloud, well aware that no one was here to hear it:
Clary,
I'm so sorry I wasn't here to say goodbye to you in person,
I had to get to the gallery and set up for the grand opening,
I hope you understand, I made you pancakes if that makes up for it!
Good luck on your first day and try not to get into trouble. If that's even possible.
~ Mum
Sighing, she sat down and then began to stuff her face with the pancakes her mother had so kindly made for her; she glanced up at the clock and leaped out of her seat.
Clary ran to get the keys to her beloved baby, her motorcycle. Her Harley Davidson was the love of her life, always coming before boys, or maybe she just hadn't met the right guy to replace it yet. She put her helmet on and sped off to school.
The journey took less time than expected, before she new it she was parking in a free spot in the schools parking lot. She slid off her bike and noticed a couple of guys staring at her bike in awe. Rolling her eyes, she took her helmet off and put it on the handle. Their attention immediately went from the bike to her, staring at her as if they were undressing her with their eyes. Hmph. She thought, so much for not getting noticed. She really hoped this didn't mess up her plans. She walked past the boys and one of them seemed to feel brave enough to slap her arse, hard. She saw red, quick as a flash she turned around, grabbed the boys arm and twisted it behind his back until he fell to his knees, then she pushed his face into the ground with her boot, dropping his arm she walked away laughing at the other peoples shocked and scared expressions. Yeah so what if she had a few screws loose? It was fun as hell.
Clary walked into the school and too the office where she had to collect her schedule and meet with the headteacher. She walked up to the woman behind the desk; she was quite old and stern-looking. Clary approached and gave the woman her name, then she handed her a schedule and told her to sit and wait in the chairs for the Mrs Herondale to see her.
After her 'insightful' conversation with the headteacher Clary was off to her first lesson, history. Oh the joys of learning about dead people. She stepped into the classroom and looked at the other pupils, she also noticed the boy who had slapped her arse glaring at her. " Hello you must be Clarissa the new student, come on in and introduce yourself" her history teacher, Mr Aldertree may have been his name, said with way to much enthusiasm for someone who was teaching history and a first period Monday. Clary walked to the centre "hey guys I'm Clarissa, but call me Clary because I really do hate my name" she glanced back at the teacher and he pointed to the only free chair in the room. In the chair next to her sat a boy who was pretty much golden, golden hair, golden skin, even golden eyes. However it was the smirk and the mischievous glint in his eyes that gave him away. Asshole. There really is not other fitting word for boys like him, judging by the way he was checking her out and was not ashamed when she glared at him for it, he would probably try and play her. Nah, not going to happen. Sooner he realised that the better off his physical health would be.
Clary took her seat and set her book down; put her earphones in, thankful that she got to sit in the back corner. She started her playlist but kept one earphone out in case she was asked a question. She didn't even glance at golden boy and he obviously didn't like that he wasn't getting any attention from her because 5 minutes later she felt something poke her arm. Looking down she saw that it was goldilocks. Best to ignore him and hope he would get the picture. But alas he was too stupid to even figure that one out, she turned to him. "Poke me with that again and I swear to God I will break it in half" He stopped for a few minutes, but then started up again. Really what was this guy's problem? She grabbed the pencil and broke it in half and dropped it in his hands. Idiot boy obviously took this as an invitation to speak to her so he grabbed her had as she was pulling away and shook it " Hello, I'm Jace Lightwood, football star and the man of your dreams" he said with a wink. Ugh if he doesn't stop talking my pancakes might make a reappearance. "Well Jace Lightwood, you see I don't think you are the man of my dreams, for you see I have already met the man of my dreams and it's a bike; sorry to disappoint" She couldn't help but grin at the taken aback look on his face, but it was gone quickly.
"Playing hard to get are we candy cane?" Oh by the angel, he did not. "No Lightwood, I just don't want you. From the moment I saw you I could tell you were a player, and now I know that you think every girl wants you – hmm well news flash buddy boy get over yourself because I'm not gonna sleep with you." Suddenly a peal of laughter came from the desk in front of clary and a dark haired girl turned around. Needless to say Clary felt incredibly ugly next to her. " Hi I'm Isabelle Lightwood and I love the way you handle my brother" letting out another giggle " I think you should sit with me at lunch, I'm surrounded by boys and their sluts all the time I could really use a girl friend" This girl was obviously popular, I would totally go against her plans " pleaseeeeeeee?" but on the other hand she could use a friend right now. "OK OK I will sit with you at lunch" Clary said with a genuine smile. Well lunch was going to be a barrel of laughs.
