Hello fellow readers and authors of the internet! This is a new story, actually my first fanfic EVER. Hope you like it!

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A/N: I DONT OWN ANYTHING. ALL OF THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO MS. CLARE!!

Clary's POV:

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

The small blue alarm clock blares to life on my bedside table. I let out a small groan and pull my pillow over my head as the digital nuisance starts grow louder and louder.

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

I throw my pillow on my floor, and silence the alarm. It read 6:46 A.M. Slowly, I climb out from under my dark purple bedspread and let my feet touch the cold wooden floors of my slightly messy room. Clothes hang off the edge of my desk and overflowing the laundry basket in the corner. Assorted wrappers litter the floor here and there. I have only one clean, well mostly clean, area of my room, and that's the attic that's connected by a old rickety spiral staircase positioned at the far corner of my room.

I have the urge to ascend the creaky steps and throw open the trap door at the top. I can visualize it now as I rummage threw my closet looking for something clean.

The roof meeting at a horizontal level, making the room look more like half of a hexagonal prism than a rectangle. The trap door is off to the side of the room, with three large windows on the adjacent wall allowing much light to spill though the flimsy white curtains showing the two easels placed on opposite side of the door. A hardwood floor splattered with paint and dusted with chalk is has random art supplies littered around on it. Before we moved, which was about 7 years ago, the walls were bare and lifeless. Now on every inch of the wall, there was some design, swirling through every individual painting. Up close, you could make out certain styles of art, like cubism or shading, but standing on the other side of the room, it looked like a giant mural with everything just flowing together.

Snapping out of my early morning daydream, I pull out a pair of dark blue jeans, plain blue tee-shirt, and a black jacket. I walk, more like trudge, to the bathroom, hoping to wake up soon.

I flip the shower on and go through my morning routine: shower (obviously), hair (blow-drying and countless attempts to calm the wild red beast from frizziness), make-up (light blue eye-shadow and mascara), and the other girl stuff we accomplish in the bathroom. For my hair, since it's a constant issue, I just pull it back with a ponytail. Out of sight, out of mind.

I make my way down the carpeted steps and head into the kitchen, sliding on my black Airwalks as I walk. Sitting at the table is my mother, Luke (my step-dad), and my older brother Jonathan. I grab an apple and scoop my bag onto my shoulder as I exit the door, giving a small kiss to both my mom and Luke on the cheek.

"Off to school already?" Luke asks, looking up from his newspaper and checking his watch. "It's only 7:25."

"Probably off to see Jace, her BOYFRIEND." Jonathan says with a grin.

"Oooooh, CLARY'S GOT A BOYFRIEND, CLARY'S GOT A BOYFRIEND, CLAR-" my entire family join in on my brother's chant.

"Stop it!" I yell at them playfully. Not giving up, they start to say it louder. I let out an exaggerated sigh and yell,"GOOD BYE! LOVE YOU ALL!", before slamming the front door shut. I laugh a little to my self as the last round of the chant ends. Family...gotta love them.

I make my way down the small driveway, stuffing the apple into my bag for later, and open the passenger door of the sleek black Jeep Wrangler, revealing a guy with a mop of dark brown hair, glasses, and smirk on his face. In other words, my best friend.

"You know Clary, I can get the door for you like a nice gentleman." Says Simon as I throw my bag on the floor and climb into the leather interior.

"Aww, Si. Next time you will just have to be a little bit quicker then." I say with a laugh. Simon joins in, and we drive down the road after closing the door. I turn the radio up and the song 'Stronger' by Kelly Clarkson sounds though the speakers.

I hum along quietly to myself, but then something unexpected happens as the chorus come on.

"WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU MAKES YOU STRONGER, STAND A LITTLE TALLER-"

I burst into a fit of laughter as Simon tries to harmonize with the radio, which he is failing miserably at. He keeps singing, surprisingly holding back his own laughter, as I fight to get air back into my lungs.

"-DOESN'T MEAN I'M LONELY WHEN I'M ALONE!"

I join Simon on the last part of the chorus, making it sound like we screaming instead of singing, but we don't care.

"WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU MAKES A FIGHTER, FOOTSTEPS EVEN LIGHTER. DOESN'T MEAN I'M OVER 'CUZ YOU'RE GONE."

At this point, Simon has to actually pull over to the side of the road. We are both laughing so hard, tears are threatening to spill over. After a few minutes, Simon finally pulls of the side and drives the final 3 blocks to school.

I get out of the car, give a quick hug to Simon, and head into the building.

'This is going to be a good day.'I say to myself.

Oh, how wrong I was.
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Goodness my...how terrible will her day be? Well, I guess we will find out in the next chapter!

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