Soooo...I know the highschool/college thing is waaaaay overdone, but some of the others out there bug me because I don't think they are realistic enough. So I'm giving it a shot, hopefully it won't be too crappy. There will be some Rated M later on because I love a bit of sauciness. A smidge of Clace of course ;). Ps: I'm from England, so this is the English version of how things go, and if some of the slang I use you don't know, just ask and I'll translate, or will :3
Unfortunately for me, Cassandra Clare owns Jace and the rest of the characters and original plot, all that is mine is this version of the story.

The long haul drive had almost been unbearable. My back ached from being in the same position for so long. The six-hour drive from London to Manchester had been difficult to endure. Every mile we had travelled I felt even more lonely, not that I could ever really admit that out loud. I was speeding away from my old, comfortable enough life; and been shoved into this unfamiliar new one.

I was determined to have my guard up at this new college. No-one would get to me. At least with the new move, there wouldn't be anyone to know about my baggage; I wouldn't be vulnerable. Mother was aware that this was the only reason why I hadn't completely lost my temper when she announced we would be moving to Manchester just so she could have a relationship with her partner Luke.

I grabbed the only box I had brought with me in Luke's truck, it was full of art supplies and my sketchbooks. The rest of my belongings had been pre-packed and sent here with the moving truck. Shuffling into the house I wandered around looking for my mother, and found her in the kitchen, her hands clasped around Luke's, a hundred watt smile on her face. Although I was mad she had made us move here to live with Luke, it was hard to dislike her when she looked so happy. Especially when it had been so long since she had smiled like that.

Turning towards me, she said, "Since Jonathan is at university, other than Luke's room and the library, you have first choice on whichever room you want. Though you may find one better suited to your tastes."

As I mumbled my thanks she gave me a small smile of encouragement, then switched her attention back to Luke. Her reminding me of Jonathan only made me really consider how much I missed him. He had started at Birmingham University this year, but had moved into his university halls, so completely managed to avoid the hassle of moving up to Manchester will us. It was strange thinking that the next time I would see him would be around Christmas time. The traitor, leaving me to handle the loved-up couple by myself. I sighed. It was going to be tough not having him here to listen when I presented him with my never ending list of problems.
Avoiding Luke's room, I took a peek into the library, which was huge, probably bigger than all the other rooms in the house. I did love books and all, but sheesh, he had hundreds of them; he could not have seriously read them all, that would take years. Shutting the door behind me I went on the hunt for the best room.

Stepping into the room the furthest down the corridor from Luke's - and now my mother's - bedroom, my breath was taken away, the double bed in the centre of the room was draped in red bed sheets, accentuated by the mahogany furniture. The September sunlight sifted through the blood red curtains, the shaft of light coming through illuminated the flecks of dust that floated around the room. It was a very sophisticated room, but in a word 'sexy'. The colours of the furniture combined with the red of the bed sheets and curtains made it look so much cooler than I had thought it would ever be.

Placing the box with my art supplies on the drawers, I picked my sketchbook and pencil out. Moving aside the plush curtains , I gazed out at the phenomenal view. The house was a renovated farmhouse, so we were surrounded by a small amount of green countryside, not exactly my usual sort of scene, I enjoyed the inner city, but the view was still pretty fantastic. Perching on the window ledge I began to draw, letting all the worry and tension flow out of me as I tried to capture the scene on paper. One of the best things about drawing was that it let me block out all the crappy things in my head that I wanted to ignore. I didn't have to think about tomorrow, starting at Idris Sixth Form, I didn't have to contemplate not fitting in with people who would most like already have established friendship groups, and I most definitely wanted to ignore the horrendous uniform I was going to have to wear. I mean, a tie? Really?

Around four hours later I had done a rough outline of the landscape view from my window and unpacked the majority of my belongings into my new room. I hadn't had too much to begin with back when we lived in London and it seemed I had even less once I had put everything in it's designated place in my new spacious room.
Switching on the flat screen tv opposite my bed - noting the tv was not so subtle bribery from my mother to be nice - I amused myself watching re-runs of the Big Bang Theory, consoling myself that if even Sheldon can get friends, then I could aswell.

It was around 11pm when I finally switched off the television, not wanting to be too tired for tomorrow, knowing that looking like a zombie because I was exhausted wouldn't really improve my day.

I was dreading tomorrow. Dreading it.

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