A/N- oh my gosh! I've had so many views, follows, and favorites and I just posted this a couple hours ago! I am really excited to be writing this fanfiction and I'm just so happy so many people like it!
Chapter 2
"Wake up, Clare-Bear! You're gonna miss your first day of school!" Jon yells from downstairs. Crap. Today was Tuesday and we'd be starting our first day at Brooklyn High. I was not looking forward to this. At least I had Simon with me. I jump out of bed and quickly slip on some jeans and a black tank top and my converse then run downstairs and eat my breakfast really quick. It wasn't a big breakfast, just a strawberry cream cheese toaster strudel and a glass of milk but it was my first day and I didn't want to be late.
"Come on, Simon!" I yell then go into the bathroom and shower quickly, then throw my hair into a quick messy bun and brush my teeth. I grab my denim backpack and purse, then go and wait at the door for Jon and Simon. Soon Simon comes down with a black gamer t-shirt on and some dark wash jeans and black chucks. Jon follows soon after with a plain white tee, some dark wash jeans like Simon's, and nice red chucks. His pale blonde hair hangs over one of his black eyes.
"You ready already, Little Sis?" He asks me, surprised I'm ready.
"Yeah, it's our first day. I didn't want to be late." I reply. He just shrugs and grabs his car keys from the coffee table and we head out to the truck. Jon hops into the driver seat while Simon and I climb in the back. I can tell Simon is nervous, his shoulders look tense and he has a fake smile on his face that looks a little tight. I pat his shoulder lightly and say, "Don't worry. We'll be fine." He smiles at me and wraps his long pale arm across my shoulder.
"Thanks, Clary."
"Hey, I wonder if we have the same classes." I wonder out loud.
"Me, too. I hope so, I don't know what I'd do in a class without you."
"Oh, you'll be fine." I reply and he just smiles lightly at me. Soon we get to the school, it was huge, and we hop out of the truck. Everybody stops and stares, because we are new kids and new kids are always interesting. I can see everybody staring at Jon, well at least the girls, and I can't help but be jealous that Jon got all the looks. All I got was fiery red hair that is uncontrollable and emerald green eyes that make it look like Christmas threw up on me. Not to mention that I was really skinny and short. Simon and I end up walking alone, Jon already joined up with a group and we both head to the office to get our schedules.
We walk into the office and there is a man there with brown hair that reaches the tip of his ear and is a bit curly. He looks up at us, he has Hazel eyes I realize and he was wearing a black coat. I then realized who it was.
"Luke?"
"Clary! How are you?" Luke asks me.
"I'm good, Simon and I are new today, we need our schedules."
"Yes, yes. I have them right here." He hands Simon and I both plain white papers. I look at my schedule.
1st Period-Algebra with Ms. Thorn
2nd Period-Gym with Coach Bronze
3rd Period-Chemistry with Mrs. Dotson
4th Period-ELA1 with Mr. Cox
5th Period-LUNCH
6th Period-Art with Ms. Herondale
7th Period-Tech with Mr. Wayland
8th Period-Biology with Mrs. Penhallow
Simon and I exchange Schedules and it turns out we have every class together except for 6th, 3rd, and 7th Period together. We thank Luke, then head to 1st Period. The bell had rung a couple minutes earlier already and Simon and I show up late to Algebra. Ms. Thorn looked a little... Old and mean.
"Uhh... Hi. I'm Clary, this is Simon. We're new and we had just got lost and had to get our schedules from the office." I say. Ms. Thorn just nods her head at us and says, "Well, Clary and Simon, welcome to Brooklyn High." She points to two empty seats in the back, one is next to a girl with long black hair and blue eyes. The other seat was next to a boy with golden blonde hair and golden eyes to match. He looks a little arrogant. I sat next to the girl while Simon sat by the boy.
"I'm Isabelle." The girl–who I now know as Isabelle–whispers to me.
"I'm Clary."
"You seem cool, Clary. Wanna sit with me at lunch today?" She asks.
"Sure." I smile at her. I had made a friend.