Chapter 1: First Impressions
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the strong smell of coffee that surrounds the small, stuffy room. It was oddly comforting. Meliorn was rambling on about how perfectly normal it was for me not to trust him with all my secrets yet, that relationships take time to develop blah, blah, blah. I didn't understand why we got to call the student councillor by their first name but not the teachers, they just had to be called by their last. It was stupid really. I was pulled out of my thoughts by a light tap on my shoulder. "Clary? Are you awake?" he asks. "Huh?... Ah yeah" I put on the sweetest smile I could muster. "Just trying to uh… Picture what you were saying." I stifle a laugh hoping he buys it, thinking internally of how stupid that would sound. "Of course. Now remember if you need to talk at all today, if you're feeling upset or anything you can just come here and I will alert the teachers of your whereabouts, okay?" he asks, but before I can answer he is talking again. "I know how difficult a first day can be, especially in your certain predicament." I simply reply with a "yup". Before he can say anything else I'm out of my chair and leaving the room, slamming the door shut behind me.
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Of course he knew what had happened. I mean I doubt any teacher in this school didn't know, I was probably considered a danger to the health and wellbeing of the students and staff. But looking into Meliorns eyes and seeing all that sympathy just brought back bad memories.
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As I walk to the office to get my schedule and locker I walk past a window that leads to the parking lot and see my motor bike with a few people gaping at it, probably wondering who owns it. I watch as this plastic Barbie doll girl walks over to my bike and starts running her fake nails along it as she talks to the people around her. I forget what I was doing in the office and walk straight outside to catch the last of what the girl was saying, "…hope he's a bad boy. I just love riding bad boy dick. I just laugh. Uncontrollable, hysterical laughter that makes my sides hurt. I get a few strange glances from people who probably thought I was insane, which I guess technically is right, until I catch the attention of the Barbie. "Who are you?" she asks with a scowl. "I…hate…to…break it to you…but that's my bike you've got…your grubby hands on…so please step the fuck away," I manage in between gasps of laughter. "Your bike?!" she asks mouth falling open.
"Yes darling, now close your mouth before you catch flies." With that I turn on my heel and walk back to the office feeling stares on my back.
God it felt good to have a go at someone again. Back in Jouvi you only had a go at someone like that if you had a death wish or you had a good gang to support you. So if you were someone like me, only 5, 4 flat chested and twig skinny arms and legs, let's just say things would end badly. But I'm out now so that means I can do whatever the fuck I want. Provided I don't break the law again.
When I get to the office the lady at the front desk asks for my name "Clary Fray" I answer.
"Ah yes here you go." She prints out my schedule and hands it to me.
"Simon will show you to your locker and your first class." Just as she says this I notice the boy sitting in the corner of the room with shaggy brown hair, brown eyes and geeky glasses. I instantly recognise my fuckbuddy from prison. "SIMON!" I yell to him completely over joyed