Beep Beep Beep

Clary hit the alarm. Beep. She hit it again. Beep. She hit one more time. No noise. Success!

Clary groaned and sat up. Dammit, first day of school. She had lived in LA with her mom and dad, Jocelyn and Valentine. Then Valentine had died, and her mom couldn't stand LA without memories of him coming back. So, here they are in New York, where Clary would have to go to a new school.

Clary stood up and went to her closet. She pulled out skinny jeans, a blood red tank top, a black leather jacket, and knee high black boots as well. She was going to be simple on the first day, hair in a ponytail and only mascara and lip gloss.

After Clary took a shower and put her clothes on, she went downstairs, all ready to go. She grabbed an apple and left, shutting the door and locking it behind her.

Clary got to the garage and decided to take her black and gold Suzuki to school. She hopped on and headed to school. When she got to the Institute (which is the name of the school, if you didn't get that), she saw most of the people looking at her. She was probably one of the only red heads anyone has seen.

Clary climbed off her Suzuki and went to office, dreading the idea of having to start another year of school. When she entered the office, the person sitting in the main desk looked up at her.

"May I help you?" You need to help yourself, she thought. The woman had wild hair and her eyes looked tired. Her makeup was slightly smeared and her she looked quite awkward with her choice of clothes.

"Yes. Can I have my schedule? I'm new hear. My name is Clary Fray."

The woman handed her the schedule and a map for the school. Then she turned back to whatever she was doing in the first place.

Clary looked at her schedule and this was what this year would like:

1st period - Language

2nd period - Geometry

3rd period - Art

4th period - Lunch

5th period - Gym

6th period - Study Hall

7th period - History

It wasn't that bad, but she wished art or gym was a little earlier. Clary could draw just about anything. When she drew, she could draw for hours at a time and become so entranced with her paints that she easily zoned out. Gym, on the other hand, was her actually getting to beat someone up without getting in trouble for it.

Clary knew just about every fighting skill there was. She couldn't even list all of the ones she knew. Her favorite though, was a regular hand-to-hand combat.

She couldn't wait for Art or the chance to make an impression on everyone, to leave this bad ass chick alone.

Sorry I rushed it a little bit. I will be longer next time, I promise. Please Read & Review.