Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters; they all belong to the wonderful Cassandra Clare.
Summary: Clary has been invisible for most of her life. But when her parents die, people start paying attention to her, one in particular. Caught up with her studies and taking care of her little brother, will she have time for love?
First day of school and already everyone was staring at me. I wanted to scream at them to stop, but I didn't. I just got out of my car, which was my parents' a week ago, a day after my eighteenth birthday. Being eighteen hadn't been the most enjoyable experience. It gave me responsibilities that no eighteen year old would have wanted. Something I was completely new at; something I had to do. That is, if I wanted to be the strong older sister.
If I were honest with myself, I rather would have stayed home than go to school. But I convinced myself to go; it was what my parents would have wanted me to do and would have told me, if they were here. Not to mention, if I didn't go, it would give Max a good reason not to go either.
I walked up the parking lot with my backpack hanging on my shoulder and my sketchbook hugged against my chest. I could feel people turn around as I walked near them, looking at me. Then they turned back and whispered.
"That's her."
"No way!"
"That's so sad."
"Clary." I jumped when I heard someone's voice yelling my name. I turned around to see Simon, my best friend, jogging toward me. I stayed still as he caught up. Once he was near me he said, "I thought you would like some company."
I cracked a smile.
"Thanks, Simon." I looked at the building in front of me. I took a big breath.
"Ready?" Simon asked. I let out a humorless laugh.
"Ready as I'll ever be," I replied. Simon smiled sympathetically.
"Let's go," he said.
To our senior year, I thought glumly.
A/N: I've wanted to write this new story for a while now, but wasn't sure if I should start, or put it off for later. I will warn you, I might not update this very frequently.
I know there are a lot of fanfictions about parents dying, and stuff. But let me reassure you that this story has quiet a different take.
Btw if you guys are wonder how Clary is eighteen and a senior in high school on the first day of school. It isn't because she was held back a year. It's because she made the cut. You see in America, Sept 1stis the cut day usually. I haven't decided when Clary's birthday is; it is probably going around the cut day. The dates don't really matter though, I'm just giving you guys an idea incase you are wondering. And for another heads up, Max is Clary's younger brother in this story.
Sorry this is such a short chapter. Hope you liked it. Please review!