Hello there! This is my first TMI fic and I hope you enjoy; please R&R thanks you 3
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Art was both her best lesson and her worst; use of the literary term 'paradox' would have most certainly brought a smile to Clary's English teacher's face and brought a chuckle into hers.
She was by far the best student that the school had ever seen and this year she had been lucky enough to get Mrs Roth. Clary's fellow art club members, withered high school seniors, had spoken of Roth's infectious enthusiasm and dedication to her subject. Clary hadn't been disappointed in the first lesson on the semester; indeed it only seemed to get better each passing day.
Then again Art only highlighted her friendship status at school. Sure, there were people in the class who she could talk to but no-one outside of that classroom. It lacked a certain someone, and that person was Simon Lewis.
"I bet you'll do amazing Clary," Ashley turned around in her seat and flashed a pearly smile. "If you don't then no one can!" Clary was disrupted from her reverie and suddenly realised that she had already bitten half of her nails down to the beds. She managed a smile at Ashley and muttered a small thanks under her breath.
Ms Roth swept into the room, her dark brown hair shimmering around her face and shoulders like a wave.
"Hello children, "her soft voice nevertheless carried a known authority. "It has all come down to this. After so long together we have reached this final stage." Theatrically she raised their reports in the air.
"In my hand I hold the answer. Are you ready to see it?" The silence seemed to expand and they all let it. Wordlessly she started to hand out the papers. With the surname of F Clary still had a ways to go.
Despite many seconds having passed the answer finally came; she was not ready.
5 minutes later
"Whoa Clary!" Simon didn't expect the shove from Clary that he got after greeting her with a smile.
"I know my face isn't that great but you don't need to push me for it." There was no laugh, no 'Oh for God's sake Simon'. And that was distinctly unnerving.
"She gave me a B. A B?!" It came out as a cross between a squeal and a shriek. Simon was confused.
"Mrs Collins is a fair marker. A B from her is decent as a final mark Clary." Clary sighed angrily.
"This is not about Mrs Collins. She is awesome. This is about Mrs Roth!" It slowly dawned on Simon.
"Wait...Mrs Roth? She's your Art teacher right? Then you got a B in Art Clary? What the hell?!" Clary sighed in agreement.
"Exactly. Hardly any explanation for it too. She was like 'you can't succeed in the real world all the time'. But we're not in the real world yet, we're just high schoolers arghh! The highest she gave was a B though, and that's a small consolation."
"End of rant," she shook herself off and turned with a grin to Simon. "How was your day?"