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Chapter 1 – Hello, High School!

Clary's POV

BEEP! BEEP!

With a groun I turned off the alarm clock. And tried to sleep again.

"CLARY!" My mom shouted from the kitchen. "WAKE UP! You're going to be late for your first day at school!"

Whit another groun I put a pillow over my head.

"Don't make me came up!" shouted my mom once again.

"Fine! I'm up!" with that I got up and went to the bathroom.

Ok, so maybe I should introduce myself. My name is Clary Fray, I'm 15, but I look small for my age. Most people say that I look like my mom, Jocelyn, – we both have green eyes, curly red hair, slender figure, small chest and narrow hips –, though I don't see it. As you could have already guessed I'm not really a morning person. I live with my mom and brother, Jonathan, who is one year older then me. My dad died when I was a baby, so I didn't know much about him.

And there is also two other special persons in my life, my best friend Simon Lewis and Luke Garroway. Simon and I have been friends since kindergarten, he is like a second brother to me. Simon, my brother and I are attending a school in New York. But unlike my brother I don't belong to the group of popular kids. Luke is my mom's best friend, well, at least that'i what they keep saying, although everybody can see that they like each other more than that. He is ragged-looking, with blue eyes and brown, uneven hair. He is tall, with square shoulders and a slightly stooped posture. Luke also wears glasses and often wears flannel shirts. He was like a father to me, he was always there when I needed him.

After I put on a green T-shirt which matched with my eyes, some old jeans and a denim jacket, I went downstairs. My brother was already there. He was tall and muscular; had a slightly slender frame. He had platinum white hair, which gave his pale skin some color, and green eyes like me. If people say that I'm like my mom's younger version then Jonathan was definitely our dad's younger clon (I had saw some of my father's picture, it was almost scary how much they looked alike.)

"Well, well, her Highness had finally decided to bestow her presence," he said giving me his cocky smile. Many girls think he is 'hot', but he was my brother so I don't care about his look. Hot or not he is still just my annoying older brother.

"Shut up," I shot back and sit down. My mom gave me a plate with pancakes on it. I hungrily ate them. My mom smiled at me. "Eat slowly, Clary. They won't run away."

Once we had finished our breakfast, we went to Jonathan's car and drove to school.

At the school parking lot, Jonathan and I separated. He went to a group of football players, 'cause he was the captain. There were bunch of girls, too, who were giggling and drooling over him. I just rolled my eyes and went to find Simon.

"Clary," Simon called, "over here!" He was standing with Erik, Matt and Kirk, his friends, near the school entrance. They were planning to becomme a band this year.

I smiled and went there. Simon is good-looking, though gangly, with both his hair and eyes a dark, coffee colored brown and he wears glasses, too. Today he has his MADE IN BROOKLYN T-shirt.

"So, how was your summer, Fray?" Simon asked. "You know, I have been spending most of the time with this dorky guy, who is just a matter of fact, my best friend." I answered nonchalantly. Simon just laught and we went to take our schedules.

"I got History first. What about you?" asked Simon.

"Math," I said little annoyed. "Then History, than..."

"Let me see," he asked. "Well, we have Chemistry, Art and Literature together. And lunch."

"We should better go to our classes. See you later!"

The first two lessons weren't that bad as I thought. Our Math teacher, Mrs Harris is a strickt teacher but we have fun with her, too. But still... Having Math at the first day was little cruel. History was good, too, if I don't count that I almost fell asleep there. We were learning about the world history. Mrs Green, our History teacher, like to talk, a lot. She always ask something but never give us the chance to answered, she just keep speaking. Then I had Chemistry with Simon, we obviously sat together. Mrs Stewart is probably the sticktest teacher in our school, whenever someone begins to talk she always hit the table and said: "Silent, youngsters! Or you will write a test." But still every freaking lesson, at the beginning of the lesson, we wrote nomenclatures of inorganic chemistry. "Practice makes perfect." her words not mine.

At lunch I sit with Simon, because I don't have much friends. My brother was with his team and the cheerleaders. I looked over there to see him and almost everybody laughting at something that Jace told. Jace Lightwood was my brothers best friends. From the moment they met, they immediately hit it off. Maybe because both are playboys. He has a slim, muscular build, fine, curly, golden blond hair, long eyelashes, and eyes that look gold in the light. Many girls often described his face as being beautiful, sexy, gorgeous and angular. I have to admit that he is really good looking, but not my type, he is a playboy afterall.

Around our table passed Isabelle Lightwood. I saw that Simon was watching her with puppy dog eyes. You, see our little Si over there is in looove with her, but he was totally out her league. (I'm saying this because I love my best friend and don't want to see him brokenhearted.) Isabelle is gorgeous and has long, ink-black hair, pale, high-colored skin and dark brown-gold flecked eyes, which looked like black. And she was a cheerleader, so obviously every guy wanted to date her. Then there was a thing that her brother was Jace (adoptive brother, but still). She has other two brothers, Alec and Max, but I didn't know theme much.

"Stop drooling, Simon," I said, rolling my eyes. "And close your mouth before you catch a fly."

Simon blushed, he mumbled something and went back to his food.

After lunch we had my favourite subject, Art. I got this from my mom, she was a great artist, Simon always says that my drawings were amazing, too, but I know that I still need more practice before I will be like me mom. Then we had Literature and P.E. And then finally home. And this was how it mostly seemed like the whole school year.

Seemed boring, huh? But right then I still didn't know what awaits me next year.

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