So this story is just a basic highschool love story using some of my favorite characters. It will be mostly third person, with occasional entries to "Norman", Clary's diary. Below is her first entry. Reviews of course are appreciated, and this is my first fanfic, so I'd love to know if I should even continue with this...
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or concepts from The Mortal Instruments, the credit for those of course go to the amazing Cassandra Clare.
I hope you enjoy it. c:
I guess you could say I'm kind of a nerd. Not like "we come in peace", Star Trek junkie nerd, just...dorky. I don't fit in with the popular crowd and I don't want to. My friends and I observe them from a distance, and as most teenagers would, we judge them. They're not the typical super preppy, sports playing, awesome car driving popular kids. Actually, most of them are dancers or drama kids. You see, I go to an arts school. I'm in my third year here, and I really love it. I have amazing teachers, great friends, and maybe my love life is a little lacking, but I have this weird feeling that might change soon. My best friends, Izzy and Simon recently started dating and while it may be a little weird, they're happy, so I'm okay with it. Oh and by the way, I'm Clary. My name is actually Clarissa, but I prefer Clary. I guess this is where I should include a description about myself. I'm short. Slightly more than 5 feet and it doesn't look like I'm getting any taller. I have deep red psycho curls, green eyes, pale skin and loads of freckles. A lot of people say I look like my mom, but other than the hair and eyes, I don't see it. For one, she's beautiful, and I'm...me, some kind of freakish pixie thing or something. At this point you probably know more about me than you want to, so I'm going to get to the point. My english teacher thinks it's a good idea for us to record what happens to us in a private journal, to improve our writing skills and what not. So you're my new friend. Even though you don't exist...I should give you a name. Maybe Norman or something. Yeah, I like the sound of that. Alright Norman, let's get to it. School is about three months in. There isn't really anything exciting going on in my life right now, except maybe my mom's new boyfriend Luke, who seems like a really nice guy. Oh wait, there is something that happened today. There's a new student in our grade, a guy. He stayed at the back of the class with his head down so I didn't get a good look at his face, but being an artist, I couldn't help but notice the amazing shades of gold in his shaggy, wavy hair, or his hands, and his long, thin fingers, always clutched around a battered black notebook. Anyway, now that I've officially made myself sound like a creeper, I'm going to go shower and go to bed. I have a trig test tomorrow that I think I'm pretty prepared for, but I still want to get a good night of sleep. So Norman, sweet dreams buddy.
Sorry if it was too short or terrible or something like that. I have quite a few ideas for this story, so please don't be afraid to let me know whether I should continue or not. Thanks for reading!