A/N: So as candycop99 said, I will be taking over this story! I'm editing all the chapters and moving things around, which might take some time to do. So I hope you enjoy the story!


Chapter 1: New School, Same Image

Clary's POV

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Ugh, I thought as my hand searched aimlessly for the alarm clock. I turned off the infernal contraption while glancing briefly at the time. I slowly started to sit up, rubbing sleep out of my eyes. My eyes widened as they shot back to the clock.
"TEN O'CLOCK!" My yells surely woke up the whole neighborhood.
I started to run around the room quickly dressing in the first thing I saw. I put on a light blue sweater and a pair of jeans. I started to pack my stuff quickly, throwing things into my suitcases at random. I grabbed my bag and purse, and sprinted down the stairs. I quickly said goodbye to my mother, Jocelyn, promising that I'd call every week. I dashed outside of my apartment only to run back in to grab my plane ticket and passport.
I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.

I chanted that in my head over and over as I made my way to the busy New York streets. I hailed a cab asking the driver to take me to JFK. Once the taxi stopped at the airport, I threw a few bills to the him and jumped out. Quickly getting through security, I ran to my gate with my suitcase in one hand and my passport and ticket in the other. I finally stopped in front of the attendant, letting her scan my ticket before letting me on board. I stumbled onboard, quickly threw my bag in the luggage compartment, and sat down in my seat. I breathed a sigh of relief as I sunk into the seat cushions. "Late morning?"
I turned my head to see a man beside me. He looked about my age. A pair of black-rimmed glassed sat crookedly on his nose. His brown hair flopped haphazardly onto his forehead. I gave him a weak smile. "Yeah."
He stuck his hand out awkwardly. "My name's Simon."
"Clary," I said, taking his hand.
Simon and I started talking for a while.
"So why are you going to California?" he asked.
"I got accepted into a boarding school called the Special Skills Academy," I said.
I learned that he lived in California and was just visiting his sister in New York.
Soon after I finished my conversation with Simon, I started to feel my eyes closing. Sleep took over my mind.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up to a flight attendant telling us to put our seat belts on because we were going to land. I groggily sat up and pushed my window screen up. The city of Los Angeles looked up at me. I was excited. This was my first time away from home. I just feel the effects of freedom. I looked at Simon, who was asleep, and poked him.
"Wake up." He started to stir. I jabbed him again.
"Five more minutes, mom," he mumbled. I snorted and violently shook him awake.
"Come on, slacker. Get up."
He opened his eyes groggily. "'Slacker?'"
I shrugged and gave a little smile. "Why not?"


As Simon and I exited the plane, we exchanged numbers so we could keep in touch.
After I got my bag from baggage claim, I walked towards the exit of the airport. A guy stood near the doors with my name on a sign. He wore a light navy jacket with a circular emblem stick onto the breast pocket. It was the same emblem I saw on the enrollment packet for the Academy.
"Clarissa Fray?" he asked with a gruff voice
I nodded. The guy took my bags and carried them to a slim black limo and put my bags in the trunk, then helping me into the automobile. Getting settled into the car, I brought out my phone and checked if I had any messages.
One call from my mother and five texts from my brother, Sebastian.
I decided to call my mother back first. My mother didn't pick up. Must be sleeping, I thought. I scrolled to my brother's texts
Sebastian Fray is my older brother by one year, making him seventeen years old. Basically, Sebastian is currently attending the Special Skills Academy for being a nerd, whereas I got accepted for special combat skills. I knew how to fight every fighting technique, from Tae Kwon Do to Mixed Martial Arts Fighting. You name it, I could do it. I could take down a full grown man with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind back under a minute. If you knew me and if you knew my brother, you would swear that Sebastian and I aren't even related. He likes video games, movies, and anything related to technology, while I like training, reading, and going to school. The only thing we had in common is that we liked to play sports. We don't even look at all the same. Sebastian has blonde hair that looks so blonde that it's almost white and deep black eyes that look kind of odd with his hair. I have wavy, red hair that I can never seem to control and bright emerald green eyes. Most people tell me that I look like my mom, but I just think that I look like a ugly mini version of her. My mom has wavy red hair that is a few shades darker than mine and the same green eyes as I do, but I'm not as tall as my mom.
I texted Sebastian.

Hey Seb, I just got off my plane. I'm riding in a limo to the school.

Sebastian answered almost right away.

K, I'll show u 'round campus after u got ur skedule and stuf, k?

Sure that sound great. In the meantime, check your grammar. It's horrendous. ;)

Oh whatever. I didnt get acepted to this skool for writing WONDERFUL stories, right?

Yeah, there's no way in hell you'd make it as an author.

Offensive much? Anyway, I'll meet you at the front of the academy. (Fixed the grammar, happy?)

Ok, I'll c u soon! Bye! Luv u!(Yes, very.)

Luv u 2

I sighed. I loved my brother, but sometimes he could be the biggest idiot on the planet.
I looked up as the limo started to come to a stop and gasped, my mouth hanging wide open. The academy was huge! It was 6 floors high with whitish colored walls and a black paneled roof which I bet you can go up on. The place pretty much looked like a giant mansion, but better. I opened the door and got out of the limo, still staring at the grand school. I didn't notice that the chauffeur got my bag until he gave it to me. I started to walk towards the academy until I saw a familiar mess of blonde hair.
"Sebastian!" I yelled. I ran up to him and gave him a hug. I pulled back to look at him. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a black t- shirt that said, You can't spell game without me!
"Hey Clary," he said while ruffling my hair. "It feels like I haven't seen you in forever! Have you shrunk an inch?"
I slapped him on the chest. Hard.
"Ow, what was that for? I need these to impress the ladies," he whined.
I rolled my eyes.
"What's there to impress them with." I gestured to his torso.
He stuck his tongue out at me before slinging his arm around my shoulders. "Let's see if we can get your schedule."
As we entered the school, I noticed that the place was even more grander than it was outside, if that was even possible. With it's marble white floor and a stunning blue wall, everything looked as if we were inside a big house instead of an academy.
"Wow," I breathed
Sebastian grinned "Awesome, right? I knew you would like it,"
He steered me towards an office and opened the door to a cozy office with a young lady sitting behind a desk typing away.
"Hello. My name is Clarissa Fray. I'm new here," I said
The lady looked up at us as if just noticing us. Her name tag read Miss. Bell.
"Okay, I have your schedule right here," she replied handing me a schedule.
"Thanks," I said, flashing her a smile.
"And here's a map of the school in case you ever get lost," she replied
I took it from her and gave another smile. "Thanks again."
"Have a great time at the academy," she said sweetly returning the smile.


Sebastian lead me to huge room, which I guessed was the gym. It had treadmills, weights, a basketball court, a tennis court, and a swimming pool. A small section of the room consisted of a punching bag, wrestling mats, and fighting sticks.

"There's a football field, track, soccer field and a baseball field outside. And there's a hockey field in the next room over," he said, looking at my awe stricken face and open mouth.

Sebastian continued to give me a tour of the school. He showed me the cafeteria (which looks about twice as big as the apartment building I used to live in, the classrooms, and finally the dorms. He told me that boys weren't allowed into the girls dorm, but the girls were allowed into the boys dorm, so I had to find my way to my dorm all by myself. I said bye to him as I headed into the girls dorm.
Dorm 114A. Dorm 114A. Where the hell is my dorm?
As I looked at the doors, checking the numbers on them I bumped into a girl rounding the corner. I fell and my things scattered across the floor. I started to gather my things. The girl started to help me. She had long silky black hair and near-black eyes. She looked like she had just stepped right out of the cover of a fashion magazine. She was wearing a light blue tank top with a black leather jacket around it and blue skinny jeans. Heels that I wouldn't dare wear were strapped to her feet.
"I'm SO sorry," she apologized "I didn't see you there." she handed me me my things. "You're new here right?" she asked. I nodded.
"Well then my name is Isabelle Lightwood. Sorry for bumping into you," she said
"I'm Clarissa Fray, but I liked to be called Clary. It's my fault. If I was paying more attention I wouldn't have bumped into you."
"I won't let you blame yourself. Do you need help finding something? You kinda look lost," she asked with a genuine smile.
"Yeah. I've been trying to look for my dorm, 114A," I said.
"Oh my god," she squealed "You're my new roommate, " she said happily.
Isabelle showed me where our dorm was. As I walked in, I saw that our dorm looked more like an apartment than a school dorm. There were a couple couches surrounding a coffee table and a flat screen TV. There also was a kitchen with a stove, oven, microwave, fridge, and every other thing that you would find in a normal kitchen. Walking around the place that I would be staying in for a while, I noticed two doors each with a bedroom and a bathroom behind them. I walked into my room and started unpacking.
After I finished, I walked out my door to find Isabelle attempting to cook something in the kitchen. I think it was supposed to be chicken noodle soup, turned out to be a big green gloop of unknown ingredients. Isabelle sighed and dumped the mixture into the trash.
"Do you want me to make something instead?" I asked.
"No it's fine, I'll just order some pizza. Is pepperoni alright?" she asked.
After the pizza arrived, Isabelle and I started talking.
"Wait, your name is Clary Fray? As in Sebastian Fray?" Her eyes widened fractionally.
I took a bite out of my pizza. "Yeah. He's my brother."
"He is like one of the hottest guys in the whole school! He's also on the football team!" Awe and longing lingered in her voice.
"Well I didn't think that it was that big of a deal." My voice sounded small compared to hers.
She sighed. "Anything else you failed to mention that might be really important?"
"Well, my 'special skill' is combat. Like, ANY type of combat." I started to tell her what I could do while her eyes widened.
"Wow, that's badass."
I grinned. "Yup, I'm badass alright. I kick people's asses for no apparent reason and cut of a puppy's head without shedding one single tear," I said sarcastically.
"Well not THAT badass. I meant, like. you could kick someone's ass if you want to and win," she said enthusiastically.
"Well, yeah," I said. "So what's your 'special skill?'"
"Oh, I'm a fashion designer extraordinaire," she replied.
Well, that explained a lot.
After we finished eating, I went back to my bedroom and took a shower, making sure that I rubbed off the hours of plane that was still on me. I climbed into my bed in my pajamas and turned off the lamp. I fell asleep, thinking of what tomorrow, my first day at my new school, would be like.


A/N: Please review! I'd like to know what you think.