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Clary POV:

"Aren't you excited for this year?" Izzy asked enthusiastically.

I turned my head towards her, "What's got you so excited?" I asked, curious as to what's gotten Isabelle Lightwood, of all people, excited for the first day of school, being a junior.

"You know I could say something like, 'it's the start of finally knowing what you're doing in your life' or some 'It's time to be a new me' crap but you know me better," she winked.

"Boys are at their peak stage in year eleven, they're hot and and actually care about you," she smiled quirkily.

I chuckled, "Got your priorities right I see," I said sarcastically.

Although I was laughing on the outside I internally sighed. Of course that's what she was excited for. Boys. It kind of annoyed me that that was her main thought, it had been for like forever, but I never said anything. I was her best friend after all.

I wasn't particularly excited about anything. To be honest, I wanted this year to end as fast as possible. In fact, I just wanted school to end so I could pursue my art career.

My parents were always fighting and I had no confidence. Because of that, I can barely make any friends. The only best friends I have are people who I made friends with when I was confident.

I pulled out my journal. It wasn't exactly a diary, more a book where I express my feelings. Most of the time I draw in it, but occasionally, I write. I write diary entries.

I was playing with the pen while thinking what to draw. And I got sucked into my thoughts.

In eighth grade I met this guy, his name was Simon. We became best friends pretty quickly, and although I didn't care to admit it, he was the best friend I had ever made. That was my biggest mistake, not telling him how much he meant to me. Now he had moved on. But that was years ago.

I spent my years until somewhere between tenth grade, mourning, yearning to find a best friend who would be just as amazing as he was. I also wondered why I couldn't move on. It had been over 24 months. What was wrong with me? Was I obsessed?

Then it occurred to me that I was in love. What other explanation could there be? I have two best friends now, both of which I had met in ninth grade, and it just did not feel the same. Their names were Tessa and Izzy. And the drama which came along with being their best friend was unbelievable. Let's just say they weren't exactly the best of friends.

It's only now I realised that it wasn't a best friend I was looking for. The only reason I grieved for Simon for so long was because he was the only person I completely trusted and could be myself around. And I knew he felt the same way.

I was looking for a confidant, a friend. Someone to love. Someone who loved me. Someone who would do anything for me just as I would do anything for them. A true love. Yes, I know that's extremely cheesy.

Did I think that was going to happen? Heck to the no, penguins would have to fly before that to happen.

Well, that was what I thought until a certain golden haired boy walked into the classroom.

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Edit: SIMON IS ALIVE! I'm sorry, I should've made it clearer. He just moved schools, which will be explained soon.