Disclaimer: Sadly I own none of these characters the joys of that belongs to the lovely and amazing Cassandra Clare!
This is my second fic. Now doing 2 at once. The idea just came to me. Stick with it.
Thanks.
Hope you like it!
Also I'm British so... closet/wardrobe? I don't even know. I went with wardrobe and I changed mum to mom :)
Clary was woken up by Jocelyn yelling up the stairs.
"Clarissa Fray get up! It's the first day at your new school do you want to get a reputation?"
"How about I don't go to school at all!" She muttered into the pillow.
She was dreading this. Her last year of school and to make it worse-at a new school.
Having to make new friends. The worst was leaving Maia and the others back home. She'd realised from about the age of 10 she was what her mother called 'a hard person to make friends with'.
She preferred her own company, the company of her brushes or the company of her books, to that of other people. Back home she had a close group of friends who all understood each other and didn't need conversation and gossip all the time.
Oh well at the new school she'd be the gossip. No one would want to gossip to her-about her the new girl. A short and freckled ginger.
Joining in the last year would be the worst part. Everyone would already have friends and little cliques and she'd be the loner. At least the prospectus showed the school had a huge library. That would be where she would go at lunch.
"Clary I'm warning you!" Jocelyn called from downstairs.
Luke stuck his head around the door.
"Come on kiddo. This is hard for you I know. Trust me i went to 7 different schools. My friends went to 2! Okayy. First days the worst. I understand."
"And second day through to the last day of the year!" She muttered.
Inside she was screaming.
You don't understand she thought. No one understands! Stop pretending. You don't know half of what I've been through or am going through. She forced herself to breathe and looked at Luke when he said.
"Come on just try it. You might make some amazing friends. Maybe even meet a guy?"
"Ew Luke I'm not talking to you about guys!" Clary Grimaced at him. Luke smiled his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"That's weird!" She smiled back all the same.
Luke smiled at her and ruffled her hair walking out the room as he walked out the room be turned back to her and said.
"Come on Clary try for your mum please. You know how much this means to her! Sh's doing this for you!"
Clary threw the covers off. "There. Happy?"
"Go and shower and get dressed!" Luke said in a mock stern voice. Pointing his finger at her for effect.
Clary climbed out of her bed and shuffled, over the gray carpet she planned to rip up as soon as she had the energy. Bleary eyed, she stumbled into her bathroom.
When she'd finished showering she sat down at the vanity table that her mother had bought her especially for the move. She swiped on some brown mascara onto her lashes and put some concealer onto the bags under her eyes.
Then she decided she'd make the effort to dry her hair as it was probably worth looking half way decent.
When she'd finished drying her hair into decent curls-Not the crazy flyway curls they'd be if she let them dry naturally-she pulled her dressing gown closer around her and padded back across the room to the boxes that currently served as her wardrobe.
She hadn't felt like unpacking. That felt like admitting the move was permanent and they would be staying there. There were to many memories in some of those boxes.
Rifling through the old clothes inside she could see nothing that she deemed suitable for the first day at a new school. Maybe the black jeans? If she could find a decent top that was.
She decided to see if there was anything in her mother's wardrobe that she might be able to wear with her safe black jeans. She threw the jeans onto her unmade bed and walked to her mother's room.
Maybe her mother was right. Maybe this was a chance to reinvent herself. She'd always been okayy at drama, maybe this could be like drama. Acting like she cared and was somebody who was good around people. Maybe that was the way. Acting?
Pulling open the doors of the wardrobe Clary pushed aside all the clothes at the front, the stuff her mother wore most, and looked through the stuff Jocelyn had just thrown in at the back after the move.
Her mom was always telling her to throw out old stuff but apparently she didn't have to. Clary didn't mind right now though as she pulled out a deep green top that would work perfectly with her jeans! And the old black boots and maybe her leather jacket?
She grabbed the top and ran back across the hall and into her room. Pulling on the jeans and the top she threw clothes out the boxes. Hoping she hadn't thrown out the boots or the jacket.
The jacket gave the outfit a tough look but the green top toned it down meaning she could blend in hopefully well.
She hadn't seen any other student, so she didn't know what the style was out in the towns.
But then they'd only been in town for 2 weeks and she'd probably only left the house once. Suddenly she missed going running. And she hadn't seen the landscape to see if she could do any painting. Suddenly her hands itched to hold a brush or charcoal or a pencil And she realised she hadn't even visited the bookstore or the art shop on the high street.
When she'd found the boots and jacket she pulled them on and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. It felt weird going downstairs to get breakfast. She was used to living in an apartment.
But then she was also used to living in the big city and she would have to get used to that. As well as a school with around 1700 students but this town school apparently only had 500 students. That definitely ment people would definitely already know each other and it would really be noticed that she was new.
As she walked down the stairs she found herself reassuringly playing with the bangle on her wrist. It was her comfort. Every time she felt like something could go wrong she touched the bracelet and felt reassured. It also helped to hide the inside of her wrist.
When she reached the kitchen Jocelyn and Luke were sitting drinking coffee at the table. They looked up and smiled as she walked in. Luke slid her bus pass across the table and she popped it Into her jacket pocket.
Jocelyn looked her up and down appraising her outfit and said.
"Well done honey. I know how hard this is for you. You look nice"
If her mother understood how hard this was for her she'd never have made her move in the first place. None of them understood!
Clary grabbed a cup of coffee and gulped it down before kissing her mother and Luke on the cheek before slicking on some lip balm in the big mirror hanging on the wall in the hallway.
She grabbed the slip of paper telling her were to go for registration. They'd be given there timetables later. She slipped it into her jeans pocket. She didn't want to get hopelessly lost and really stand out as the new kid.
As she walked out the door at 8am to go and wait at the end of the road, for the bus, she checked her phone, no new messages. Not that that was surprising she'd deliberately tried to cut all contact with everyone at home. It was to hard starting a new school. She found the memories hard to deal with.
As the bus pulled up she realised she must be the last one to be picked up. Because as she walked on and flashed her pass at the driver she looked around and saw only one empty seat. Next to a black haired amber eyed boy who had glitter in his spiked up inky black hair and Clary would bet her life was clearly gay.
"Can i sit here?" She asked feeling stupid. What was he going to say. No! It was the only seat on the bus!
"Sure." He smiled at her. "Hey I'm Magnus. Magnus Bane. You must be new here?" He asked as she sat down.
"Hi Magnus. Yeah I am."
"So what's your name then?"
"Oh sorry. I'm Clarissa. But please don't call me that. Call me Clary!" She found herself rambling on and mentally slapped herself. She always said to much when she was nervous or around strangers.
"Clary" he said testing it out on his tongue.
"I like it. It suits you! So who are you with for registration?" He asked.
"Professor Hodge." She said after looking at the slip of paper in her jeans pocket.
"Snap! Me too! And all my friends. You should join us! Or have you already got someone?"
"No that would be great thanks!" Clary smiled at him.
"That's a pretty little bangle you've got there." He said. Making conversation. Shit did he know? "Where did you get it? My friend would love a bangle like that!" She breathed a sigh of relief. No one knew. She could continue with the charade of being normal.
See this making friends thing wasn't as hard as she'd made it out to be! She started to give herself a little pep talk. But what if his friends don't like you. The little voice in the back of her head piped up. Of course they won't like you. Why would they. Who wants to be friends with a strange little girl.
She forced herself to ignore the voice and push it back. Like she'd been taught and looked past Magnus and out the window, watching the houses and shops pass by until they pulled into the school car park.
And that's when the panic set in.
Annndddd? :/
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Amelia x
