I wake up to the loud blare of rock music. I jump out of bed and run to my brother's room where the annoying sound was coming from. When I come to the door I throw it open, not bothering to knock, and angrily stomp over to the bed where my brother stands packing his bag.

"Jonathan Morgenstern you woke me up with that crap you call music."

He turned around with a smirk on his face and a devilish glint in his dark, green eyes. I would know that look anywhere. I break into a sprint and run all the way down the stairs and into the living room, where my dad lays in his recliner watching football. I run and jump behind the recliner and signal for my dad to keep quiet about where I was. All of a sudden strong arms are lifting me up. I turn around and am met with the soft brown eyes of my other brother and Jonathan's twin, Sebastian. I try to wiggle out of his arms but it's too late. Jonathan has already reached us and begins to mercilessly tickle me. I bust out in loud giggles. "Jon please," I get out in between laughs.

"Jon and Seb leave your sister alone," my mother says and in a second the boys stop and jump on the couch. My mom walks over and helps me off the ground. "Clary, you better go get ready we're leaving at 11:00."

I run back up to my room and throw all my clothes in a bag. I put my sketchpad and pencils into my leather backpack. I also load it with my phone, phone charger, laptop, and headphones. I go into my bathroom and turn the shower on. While I wait for the water to heat up I strip off my clothes. After checking with my hand that the water is hot I get in. After washing my face, hair, and body I turn the water off and warp my thin body in a towel and twist my hair up in another towel.

I then put on makeup, dry my hair, and brush my teeth before I leave the bathroom to get dressed. When I walk out the door I put all my toiletries into one of my suitcases and then I remove the towel and put on my clothes. I decide on wearing a cute, green sundress with a long necklace and flats. I look in the mirror and am okay in what I see so I add lip-gloss, which I then throw into my backpack. I put my backpack on and grab my suitcases before taking one last look around my room. I grab my sweater off my chair and walk out, closing the door behind me. I walk down the stairs right at 11:00 and we load all of our stuff into my dad's range rover and sit in the car, me in the middle and my brother's on either side of me. My dad starts the car and I put my headphones in. It's only an hour trip but I still close my eyes and drift off to sleep with Bastille playing in my ears.

When I wake up my head is on Seb's shoulder and he is lightly tapping me. I can see his mouth moving but I don't know what he's saying. I realize my headphones are still in and I quickly remove them before saying, "Sorry what?"

"We're here and we need to go inside and register," I sit up and put all my belongings into my backpack before sliding out of the car behind Seb. I look up and see the huge school I will now be attending. Razial High school. It looks like an old church and is huge in comparison to the surrounding buildings. We walk up the huge steps in front of the building and open the large double doors. We walk up to the desk and are met by the secretary.

"I'm Madame Dorthea. How can I help you?" the lady asked.

I couldn't help but stare. She was quite a sight to see, with her Gypsy garb and crazy hair. Seb leans over and whispers, "What have we gotten ourselves into?" I had to hold back a laugh.

Jon finally answered, since Seb and I couldn't get ourselves together. "We're the Morgensterns and we need to register," He answered.

She typed something into the computer, while humming what sounds a lot like Shake it off, by Taylor Swift, before handing us a big folder and room keys. She then shouted, "Next."

We go back out front to get our stuff and tell our parents goodbye. I walk up to my dad and give him a hug. He lifts me off the ground and says, "Bye baby girl, I'm gonna miss you."

I looked up into his kind brown eyes. I couldn't take it anymore, the tears spill over onto my cheeks and I bury my face into my dad's chest before saying, "I love you and I don't know what I'm gonna do when the boys try to tackle."

"I think you'll be alright Kiddo," he says back. I then walk over to my mom and she tackles me in a hug. We say our good byes and then they leave. We watch from the steps of the building and then turn around to walk in ourselves. I then hurry to catch up with my brothers as they open the big double doors of my home for the next year. I walk in knowing that anything can happen.