Hello! Well, this is my very first fanfiction ^-^ I wrote this after watching Dream High (Korean drama, I recommend it!) and I'm writing about the MI characters for the FIRST TIME EVER! So the characters may be a little OOC, but please feel free to tell me if there's something SERIOUSLY wrong with the way they're acting :)
Please read, and review if ya like ;D
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just this story. Everything else belongs to Cassandra Clare, author of the AMAZING Mortal Instruments series.
Chapter 1
Dear Miss Clarissa Fray,
I am delighted to inform you that you have been offered a place at The Juilliard School of Performing Arts.
I offer you my personal congratulations on your achievement, as you were chosen out of 500 candidates who applied this year.
A certificate of admission is enclosed, along with a list of school rules you must obey, should you choose to accept this placement. If you would like to attend Juilliard, please complete the form below and hand it in at our reception by next Friday.
Should you choose to defer, please let us know what your other arrangements may be, and how we can help you, as you have been noted as an aspiring pupil with plenty of potential that we would like to help you with, regardless of whether you choose to defer or accept.
And finally, we will be holding a gathering for the students which will provide an opportunity to socialise and find out more about what you can look forward to at our school. This will take place at the McClelland Drama Theater from 10am to 2pm, where students will be given a short tour and also be shown to their suites. A short performance from our acting group will also be taking place.
You will be given a list of what items you may bring with you to Juilliard at the gathering, as well as your living arrangements for this year. Your roommate will also be chosen. (Further details will be given at the Tour.)
Again, congratulations! And I hope you will consider this opportunity, and I look forward to hearing from you.
Sincerely,
Hodge Starkweather
Headmaster of Juilliard School of Performing Arts.
Clary folded the letter carefully back into the envelope, and clutched it to her chest. Finally, she had been accepted! She had been beginning to wonder whether dropping out of high school to 'pursue her dreams' (as her mother put it) was such a good idea.. But Juilliard! What an achievement. To be labeled as an 'aspiring pupil with plenty of potential' from Hodge Starkweather, the headmaster of THE Juilliard School was a definite boost of self-esteem, which she had desperately needed after opening all the rejection letters from Tisch, Fiorello H. LaGuardia, and the Kaufman Center.
She was singing with glee inside, but on the outside, to avoid being charged with disorderly conduct, she calmly shut the door to her post box, and took the elevator to the 3rd floor. She would have to call her mother and tell her the good news later.
Stepping out of the elevator, she walked past the doors until she reached number 70. Fumbling her key out of her pocket, she slipped it in the lock, turned it and stepped inside. Her mom's shoes were replaced with a pair of fluffy slippers, a sign that she was out. Not surprised, Clary closed the door and walked to the kitchen, intending to grab a bite to eat before heading out to meet Simon, her best friend. Just as a piece of bread popped out of the toaster, her doorbell rang out. Grabbing her toast, she took a bit as she walked to the door, opening it. To be met with a shock. Simon, clad in a leather jacket and sunglasses, was leaning against the wall, his side facing her.
Turning his head, he slipped his sunglasses down to half-reveal his eyes. (He was wearing glasses.. under his sunglasses?) He gave a 'Sup' nod and grinned.
The bite of toast came flying out of Clary's mouth, landing at Simon's feet as she burst out laughing, and choked out:
"What the hell!"
A little while later, after her mom came home and Simon left, she decided to tell her mother the good news about her acceptance into Juilliard.
She practically skipped to her mother's room, eager to tell someone other than Simon, because being able to talk about it to someone made it seem less like a dream that she would eventually have to wake up from, and she really didn't want this dream to end.
A few moments later, Luke Garroway looked up from his newspaper to a door opening and closing-actually it was more like a very angry SLAM-as Clary stormed out of it, so fast Luke didn't even have time to blink-let alone get up from his very comfortable position on the armchair in the living room. He furrowed his brows, before shrugging and returning to the very intriguing article about how to lengthen the lives of plants.
First chapter! Woo! It's really short, but now I know not to complain when fanfictioners don't update often. IT TAKES FOREVER TO WRITE ONE FRICKING CHAPTER! (probably cos im such a noob.. with permanent writers block )
But uh.. The story might not make a lot of sense right now.. But I promise you'll see the point of it later Maybe.. Depends on whether you can keep up with the way I think ^^
Anyway, I did a lot of research on Juilliard to make this story more believable, and because I wanted to know more about it ^^ I so wanna go there D:
(Inner Voice): But everyone knows that's never gonna happen. IDIOT.
:'( I'm depressed now. And talking to myself.
