Things you must know before reading this story: Clary is sent to boarding school specifically for the arts after her parents are asked to work for the government. Jonathon, Clary's brother is already in college. EVERYONE IS HUMAN.

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Disclaimer: I am not Cassandra Clare though I wish with all my heart I was :( god disclaimers upset me

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As I pulled into Alicante University for the Arts, I took in my surroundings. Straight ahead was a huge arch with the school's name inscribed across the top. It was so big and important, too big and important. Like it might fall and crush you if you stood for too long underneath it. Behind that a long walkway passed through a vast expanse of lawn. Tables and chairs dotted the grass until the ground sloped down, leaving the rest out of view. Buildings towered around the lawn, they seemed foreboding. Like giants sitting there watching all the kids in the grass. Trapping them there. It almost seemed to me as if they were moving closer and closer inwards, as if they were going to bar the ways out. I could see them behind the hill too. The scenery was beautiful, that I couldn't argue with. Woods and mountains surrounded the school. I was sure there was much more to it than I could see right now, it was just hidden in the trees or in the valleys that lay ahead.

My parents stopped the car in front of the path and that archway. They turned around and grabbed me into suffocating hugs, planting kisses on my head. My mom had tears in her eyes; she was the most against this whole boarding school thing. But the job they were being offered- to work on a new top secret government project- was beyond amazing and they couldn't miss out. Jocelyn muttered something to me about her missing her baby girl, but it was hard to tell through the tears streaming from her eyes. I could have cried myself looking at her face, but I didn't want to come out of the car on the first day of school with puffy red eyes. I tried with all my might to hold back the salty water. My dad had this pained expression on his face, but was trying not to show how much he didn't want to leave. He cleared his throat saying,

"Well Clare-bear, bye honey. You know you can call whenever you want," I nodded at him, and he gave me an encouraging smile. I made my way out of the car, and grabbed my bags out of the trunk. I carried all five of the luggage separately to the path and waved at my parents goodbye. My mother waved furiously until the car was out of sight.

I let one tear leak out of my eyes, but then quickly wiped it away. I told myself I would not get homesick, no matter what. Boarding school would be a great experience, and I would love it. Or that's what I kept telling myself anyways. Turning around my mood only got worse as I realized I had to carry all five of my bags to who-knows-where the admissions office was to get my room number and class list.

I picked up one bag, grimacing at the weight, then another in my other hand. I slipped the third onto my shoulder, then the fourth onto my other shoulder. Then I looked down at the fifth, and tentatively tried to lean down and pick it up with my already occupied hand. As I leaned, the bags shifted their weight forward sending me sprawling on the grass and crushed by the weight of my heavy baggage. I just lay there defeated.

It was in this position that an exceedingly handsome boy with brown hair and dark blue eyes found me. There I lay, my face in the grass the rest of me under a pile of bags and a gorgeous boy has to come walking by. Gosh, aren't I just a lucky duck.

"Um, are you okay?" he asked, sounding apprehensive.

"Kinda." I said grimacing and turning onto my back. I attempted to throw the bags off me, so I could sit up, but just failed miserably. With a huff I lay back down, watching the sky.

"Need some help there?" he seemed concerned, and I smiled a little as I said,

"Kinda."

"Boy, you've got one extensive vocabulary there," he said as he pulled off the bags on top of me. He extended his hand, and I took it, he shook it once saying, "I'm Sebastian," then with a quick motion he pulled me to my feet. I stumbled a bit, probably looking like an idiot, then said,

"Clary."

"So Clary, have you got your room yet."

"Nope," I answered, "Pretty much all I've done is almost get killed by my luggage. Thanks by the way, for saving me from that terrible fate," I smiled, and he smiled too. It lit up his face, and revealed two adorable dimples.

"You are very much welcome. It's not every day I get to save a girl from suffocation due to luggage. Especially one that's so pretty." I blushed like crazy at this, looking down. "C'mon lets go to the admissions office, I'll carry your stuff." He turned, picked up all my bags, seemingly effortlessly, and began to walk up the path. Suddenly this school didn't seem so bad anymore.

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I followed Sebastian to a door labeled admissions and through into a large air-conditioned room. It was jam-packed with people. Lines snaked from the desk around the room, and bags were lined up against the walls and on the benches. It was chaos to say the least. At least this room seemed to be used for more than just an admissions office, and connected into another large hall; so many people were sitting in there as well.

"Oh ba-jesus." I said, letting out a long breath. Sebastian just smiled.

"Don't worry, we won't have to wait long, I can get us out of here quick" he had a sly smile on his face, and when I, confused, attempted to ask him what he was talking about, he held a finger to my lips and said, "I have my ways." With that he turned and made his way to the desk.

God, I was really going to like this school, I though smiling.

Sebastian carefully maneuvered through the crowds of people, ignoring the occasional, "Hey, there's a line," and the "No cutting!" s that emanated from the many teenagers. When he reached the desk he conversed with a smiling secretary, and then promptly left carrying some documents with him, a triumphant smile on his lips.

"How'd you do that?" I asked stunned.

"My dad's BFF's with the principal and everyone knows it," I giggled.

"I cannot believe you just said BFF" I said laughing now.

"Oh shut up, Clary," he muttered, but he was smiling, "Lets go, you're room number's 308," he said looking down at the sheet he was holding.

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