Aramona Academy

by clozang

Clary has finally got into Aramona Academy- the school of every person's dream. She is able to make a bunch of friends on her first day, and she definitely made an impression on Jace- the one and only. So what's going to happen at this hell of a school? Everything. (Rated M - sexual content) THE STORY IS BETTER THAN THE SUMMARY READ IT FOLLOW IT

1. prologue

!(This is my first fan fic kids ! I will update at least once every week, at most once everyday... or more:) Depends on my school schedual and stuff. Have fun reading:) AND WRITE REVIEWS SO I KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK. ALSO this is the prologue, that's why it's sorta short- but i usually will write way more than this. Yeah:)

Prologue:

Clary POV

This was it: Aramona Academy High school. I have always dreamed of coming to this school. This was the school where all the affluent people came to, the smart people, the pretty people, and the artsy people. Aramona Academy offered the best dorms you probably would ever find at a boarding school- they literally were like hotels! AND on top of that, they have the world's best chefs- I heard their chocolate drizzle cake was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. The teachers were very strict though, and the students, were quite snobby when there was a new student. They would get to know you and at the same time, find things against you to blackmail you later on.

(A/N- For those of you worrying that she's going to face the death of her father as a black mail material- there isn't going to be it- I am so not a cliché person… ish):D

But seriously, you could only get into this school with a scholarship; and I got it. I, Clary Morgensten got a scholarship for art- of all people!

"Be safe! Don't do anything stupid," said my brother Jonathan as he gave me a long embrace. He broke away from the hug and looked at me. I looked at his face, I knew he was proud that I got a scholarship, but obviously, at the same time he was disappointed that I got one before he did. I looked over to my mother, she smiled, at me and gave me a quick squeeze as the rustic silver train roared and glistened in the silent ebony night. I smiled; my mother was definitely a hero. A single mother taking care of two kids and the manager of International art studies faculty- that was difficult. And on top of that, seeing my father, Valentine, being a dumb ass, getting drunk and falling off a cliff and dying- not that it really mattered, I mean, come on, he was a terrible and intrepid father- everyone in town knew that.

I slowly trudged up towards the train and looked back one more time- this was it. This is the beginning of everything and the end of everything. Aramona Academy let see what you have in store for me.