My alarm pulls me from my happy dreams. I open my eyes and look over, its 6 am and today is the first day at my new school. Fuck. You might think oh clary why are you complaining? A first day isn't that bad. That's were you're wrong. It might be my first day but for the rest it's the middle of senior year. Cliques and friend groups have already been formed, pranks have already been played and don't even get me started on all the classes ill have to catch up upon.
But it isn't anything new. See my mom is the famous artist Jocelyn fray and that means moving every six months to a new state or country. It used to be a quiet life but when I was twelve my parents divorced and I haven't seen my dad since, the whole him being a jerk thing helps with not missing him. But it's been lonely since my brother john left for college a year ago.
My second alarm snaps me out of my daydreaming and I hoist myself out of bed. I walk over to my bathroom and take a short shower and I come out five minutes later smelling like roses.
I waddle over to my closet and wander what I should wear; maybe a dress to impress? But the minute I put on a small black one I regret my decision immediately, I'm not really in the mood to dress up. I throw on a black lacy thong with matching bra. A pair of black ripped skinny jeans, a white crop top and my favorite leather jacket. I grab a pair of black heels because lets face it; with my 5'2 I need them to make distinction between your everyday leprechaun and me.
After a long struggle I finally got my fiery red curls in control and start on my make up; a bit a mascara there, concealer to cover the bags, eyebrows filled in and a red lipstick and I'm ready to go.
As I head downstairs I'm surrounded by the fucking heavenly smell of bacon. God I love my mom. I enter the kitchen to see a plate of bacon and eggs and a note on the counter "sorry had to go to the gallery but here's breakfast have fun on your first day, love you xxx mom" I sight. I was hoping for a pep talk before hell but I guess that's not possible today. I gulp down my breakfast and fill a travel cup full of coffee for in the car. I go upstairs; grab my things and head to my car.
My car is a beat down black jeep I got when I turned sixteen, my dad had attempted to give me a sports car to make up for the years he wasn't here but I had refused it. My dad didn't want it back so I sold it and bought this jeep and I had a fun little shopping spree. He still has no clue. I get in and turn the music up to max and drive off to hell.