Clary POV
I wake up not knowing where I am. How long have I been asleep? I look at my phone. Only noon. There are people crashed out on the floor all around me. This must have been one hell of a party, I'm surprised it wasn't shut down by the cops. There are beer bottles, red solo cups, and ping pong balls all around me. In the ash trays are a mixture of joints and cigarettes. I try to get up but notice that Simon is still knocked out next to me with his arms around me. I elbow him in the side to try to wake him up but he just rolls over. I just get up and go to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and almost don't recognize myself. I am in a black crop top that says "twerk" on it with short shorts and black studded heels. My fiery hair is up in a messy bun. I walk out of the bathroom and run into someone's chest. This is normal seeing as I am only 5'3. I look up to see a guy that looks a bit familiar.
"Hey, little Red." He says with a smirk.
"Do I know you?" I ask.
"Seemed like you knew me last night." He says with a grin.
I walk away, feeling my cheeks heat up. I keep walking till I reach Simon. "Simon." I whisper.
"5 more minutes." He says. I just keep shaking him until he finally wakes up. "Clary? Where are we?"
"I thought you would know. I guess we went to a party last night, but I don't know where and I guess we crashed." I say.
"Let's just see if my car is out front." He says while getting up. We walk out to the driveway and sure enough his van is out there. I hop in the passenger seat and he starts up the engine. It is mostly a quite drive home, other than him asking if I knew who's party it was and me saying I didn't know. When we pull into my driveway, I jump out and tell Simon to text me. As I walk up to the door, I know there will be some kind of me getting yelled at by my mom and then getting told I'm grounded even though she knows I won't follow the rules and sneak out again.
"Clarissa Adele Fray!" I hear as I walk into the house.
"Yes, mother." I reply casually.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? I HAVE BEEN WORRIED! YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST TEXTED ME! BY THE WAY, WHAT ARE YOU WEARING! YOU GET YOUR BUTT UP STAIRS AND PACK! YOU ARE GOING TO BOARDING SCHOOL MISSY!" She yells at me.
"Mom, you have threatened this before. I'm not scared but I'll go pack even though you will only drive me half way there and then turn around." I say with sass. I walk up the stairs to my room and go to my closet. I grab out my volleyball bag and start stuffing it with clothes. After I'm done I start to fill my other bag with art supplies. Might as well pack thoroughly to get my point across. When I'm finished, I walk down stairs and see my mom waiting patiently at the bottom of the steps. She grabs a bag from me and walks out the door. I follow her out to the car and hop in the passenger seat. I take out my phone to text Simon back on what was happening, when she snatches it out of my hand.
"You won't need this in boarding school." She says simply.
"You're such a bitch." I mutter. She just keeps driving down the road like she didn't hear me, even though I know she did. As we drive, I can't help but fall asleep. I don't think I got that much sleep last night, even though I don't remember that much. I wake up as the car jolts to a stop. I open my eyes and see at least 5 brick buildings.
"You're seriously just going to leave me that this prison? Mommy, I'm so sorry. I won't do it again." I say trying to get out of staying here.
"You earned this, Clarissa. You made this decision on your own. If I can't keep track of you maybe they can." She says, not looking at me.
"I don't understand why you have to be such a bitch!" I scream, grabbing my bags out of the car and walk to the office. I assume she called ahead to let them know I was coming.
As I walk into the office, I am greeted by a middle aged woman. She looks me up and down before saying, "Hello. How may I help you?"
"I'm Clarissa Fray, but call me Clary. I think my mother called ahead to get me enrolled." I say.
"Okay, Clary. I have your information right here. Your room number is 203 and your roommate is Isabelle Lightwood. Would you like a tour?" She asks.
"No. I think I can manage." I say as I snatch the map, schedule, and room information out of her hands. I walk out of the office and try to find the Coregan hall. As I'm walking around campus, I get an assortment of whistles and winks from guys walking by. I look down and realize that I'm still wearing my crop top and shorts. I just roll my eyes and continue to try to find the hall. When I find it, I go to the second floor, where the 200's are. I find my room right away and stick my key in the hole and turn it. I find a girl sitting on the couch. She has black hair and dark brown eyes. She is wearing a Indian style crop top and a black floor length skirt. She looks up as I walk in.
"Hi, you must be Clary. Your room is over there," She says pointing. "If you have any questions or need anything, let me know." She gets up off the couch and walks into what I assume is her room and shuts the door behind her.
I guess this is going to be a great year, I think with sarcasm.
