I am not sure what to do with my other story cause I was kinda writing it without a story line and I thought that you guys might have gotten a tiny weeny bit annoyed at me (it's a lie I know… A LOT annoyed) so I decided to make another story. This time it will only be me writing the story (Courtney) without Bella. Enjoy!

Clary's POV

Walking through the hallways of any new school was always daunting, but this was especially. My older brother Jonathan Morgenstern was the star AFL player and was, of course, the most popular guy in school, along with his cocky and arrogant best friend, Jace Herondale.

Jonathan is two years ahead of me and as he is in year 12 and I am in year 10 but that does not mean that we aren't close. He has always been there for me from the beginning until now.

I used to go to a really shitty school before I came to Idris High and that was because I used to live with my father. You see, my father wasn't the nicest of all fathers. In fact, he was probably one of the worst people I knew but due to the fact that he is now dead, he is not the worst person in my life. My father used to always leave me at home by myself even from a very young age. My brother has always been with my mum but I don't understand why she didn't take me. She knew what my father did to me but she never did a thing about it. Now, I'm not saying that I hate her, I just don't understand why she would leave me with the father that I had.

He would leave me home alone to go out drinking with his mates at the local pub and end up coming home so drunk that he would sleep until the late afternoon the next day and do the same thing all over again. I have had to do things for myself for a very long time and I like it that I am independent. It gives and edge to me that not a lot of teenage girls have. There are the girls that would have their parents so tightly wrapped around their little finger that if they told their parents to go jump of a cliff, they would. I have taken karate lessons to defend my self from my dad as he would often come home from his nightly binge drinking and take it out on me and say that I was the reason he was so drunk.

There was usual only me awake in the mornings so I got used to the routine of getting myself ready to go to school. I would walk to school with my best friend Simon as he was my next door neighbour and we went to the same primary school. I was almost always over at his house because my dad never knew what I was doing.

I have never told anyone about what my dad does because I am afraid that he will hear it from someone and lash out at me because he will know I was the one who had said it in the first place. This is why I'm glad that he is no longer here.

I made my way to the front office where I would get my timetable for my classes this year. Opening the door, I saw that there were other students lining up to get their timetables as well, most likely being new students themselves. Waiting in the back of the line was a smallish boy with dark black hair who looked around the age of 11. He was fidgeting with his jumper as I walked up to him.

"Hi." I said, startling the boy. He turned around and I saw that he had grey eyes, covered by big glasses, that appeared to look like a storm on the horizon.

"Hi," He replied with a mousy voice that told me his voice was only just beginning break. This made me think that he was not 11 at all but more like the age of 13. "Who are you?"

"I'm Clary. What's your name?"

"Max Lightwood," he replied with a small smile. "Are you new here?"

"Yeah I am actually. My brother, Jonathan Morgenstern goes here but I only just transferred here today. Do you know him?" I looked at his small face and thought I saw someone I knew in his features but decided not to overlook it too much.

"I do. He is on the same football team as my brother, Alec and my sister does cheerleading for his team as well." Oh. That's how I recognise him. Jon is friends with his brother Alec!

By this time the kid - Max - had his attention fully on me and didn't notice that there was a ball of paper coming in his direction. I quickly stuck my hand out to grab it before it hit him in the head. Whilst Max stared at me in disbelief, I stared in the direction that the paper came from.

It came from the direction of a pale guy who was flanked both sides by two girls. On one side, a bleach blonde girl was wearing a very short skirt that came just below her crotch and a mid-riff top that showed her pierced belly button, by which the colour matched with her sky high heels. The brunette girl on the other side was wearing a tight red mini dress which just covered her bum and barely covered any of her top half with shoes to match the dress.

Here we go, I thought.

There you go guys! Please comment what you think of the story because I really want to continue this story but not sure if I should :/ if people aren't going to read it then there is no point in even writing it…