When the rusty old bus pulled up, she quickly got on. There were only a few kids on that entire bus, not many people lived way out here. I sat near the front and avoided everyone's gaze. I was to report to the main office when i arrived.

Fairview was a tiny school compared to the one i was used too. It only had around 200 senior students. Most people didnt want to live out in the middle of nowhere, except my mom of course. I just hoped that they had at least a nice art department or something. That would make the school at least okay.

When the bus finally reached the school, i was the first one off. It was a modest building. Nothing to fancy, nothing to rundown. I pulled my school map out of my pocket and headed for the office. When i made my way there i was greeted by a robust woman with black hair.

"You must be Clary, we dont get too many new students around here as you can imagine. Im here to show you your schedule as well as go over some things." she said smiling, but the smile didnt reach her eyes. She handed me my schedule and went over the school policies with me. I nodded my head and went along with her. When she was done she let me be on my way.

I had a simple schedule. Math, Social Studies,lunch, Science, gym, English,Art. My first class was math, great. I was more artsy then brainy. I followed my map and made my way to my first class. And like i expected, it was boring. I let the teacher introduce me and then i went to my seat. The other students had stared at me with curiosity but i didnt return their gazes. I got through the first half of the day smoothly.

I was looking forward to English because after that was my favorite class. And then i could go home! Today hadnt been so bad. I made my way into English and almost lost my breath. The whole room was done up in a way i never thought a teacher would do. Paintings, drawings, all lined the wall. They looked like the ivy people! Except they were more vicious and looked mean. There eyes had a glint to them that mine never did.

Was this a coincidence? Or maybe they were just paintings. They didnt look exactly like the people i had seen back home, so they probably werent the same. I sat far off to the back and waited for class to begin.

Mr. Kline was a tall wiry guy. He was a little serious and demanding. He didnt even introduce me or anything, he just let me sit in my seat. He started off the class with a roll call.

"Peter."

"Here."

"Mary."

"Here."

I didnt pay attention until he came to my name.

"Clarissa Frey."

"Here." I murmured.

The teacher didnt take notice. He kept reading from the list until he hit a name.

"Jace." No answer.

"Jace Wayland?" He looked up from the list and looked around the room. I was doodling away in my notebook.

"Well apparently we have one absence-"

A boy slammed the door open making us all jump.

"No Mr Kline im here! Was just a little late, i missed the bus."

The golden haired boy said a little out of breath. I watched him fascinated. He was an artists dream. His golden hair framed his face just perfect. His golden eyes matched his portfolio. He was incredible handsome. I was a little taken back by his beauty.

Mr Kline continued on the roll call as if nothing had happened. I tried to avert my eyes from Jace but found i couldnt. He swaggered down the isle giving a few people smiles as he went. He gave me one quick look and then took the seat in front of me. I had a hard time breathing.

What was wrong with me? Why was i acting like this? I had never had a boyfriend before. I always had a problem making friends, due to the fact i always saw things that werent there. I was normal now. Or at least i hoped so.

I tried to concentrate on the lesson.

Mr Kline was standing up front giving us all the lecture of senior responsibilities. I turned him out. I was twirling a piece of my hair when i noticed the change of atmosphere. Mr Kline was talking about something interesting. I decided i best listen.

"This is English, but English is not just about sentence structure and the mechanics of writing. Its also about the power of word. The power to make others see things that only you can see. To feel the words as if they truly were one with the story."

I had to stiffen a giggle. This guy apparently loved his written words so much, maybe he should marry them. I turned back to his speech.

"Just because you cant see something, or hear something, does not mean its not there." Had i imagined it or did his eyes flicker to the paintings on the wall. I had noticed the class had went all silent, eagerly listening to his every word. This class was weird. The teacher was weird. I somewhat listened to him ramble on for the rest of the class. He didnt mention anything more that interested me. When the class was over i was relieved.

I slipped past all the other kids, avoiding a certain golden haired boy, and made my way to art class. What i found was a disappointment. Only a few kids were in this class. It was an elective of course so it wasnt required. The teacher pretty much sat by his desk the whole time. And to make matters worse that kid Jace was here! He was sharing a table with a blonde girl with curls, and a boy with dark hair. I chose a table by the far end that was empty.

The teacher identified himself as Mr Bane and sat back down at his desk. That was all there was from him the rest of the day. The other few kids in the class were just chatting. I left my books at my table and went to the supply closet.

It was severely lacking. There was hardly any new paint, the paper was running low, and there was only one charcoal stick left! I grabbed what i could and went back to my table. I knew how to draw so i didnt need the teacher. Though i had hoped for a more enthusiastic one. I ignored the idle chit chat behind me and begun to draw.

I was halfway done with the drawing when i was interrupted. It was that Jace! He sat down beside me and watched me draw. I ignored him the best i could until i couldnt take it anymore.

"What do you want?" I declared.

He didnt reply, just stared intently at my picture.

I had drawn the forest. I had drawn the ivy people standing almost hidden in the shadows. Maybe after seeing the English rooms' painting i had a desire to paint them too. His brows were creased as he looked closely as the drawing. My tension was strung tight. What did he want? This was an art class, i was allowed to draw.

"You shouldnt draw them." he said.

I looked at him incredulous.

"Why not? This is an art class. I am allowed to draw what i like." i said stiffly.

He looked at me closely. He seemed to study me for a few minutes. I felt awkward under his gaze.

"Your not from around here. Your not supposed to draw those creatures. You just got here. Its not right for you to draw something that you just seen in English class without knowing anything about them." he hissed.

I was taken back.

"Im not drawing them from the stupid paintings on the wall! I-" I cut off. Oh no. I couldnt tell this boy that i was drawing from memory. He too would think i was nuts. I stopped talking and returned to my drawing.

"Then how do you know what they look like?" he whispered.

I turned back to him, "Who's they? Im just drawing, cant you see that?" i hissed back.

He studied me for a few more moments.

"I wouldnt let anyone know what your doing...Id not draw that anymore if i were you. Some people might think its a little odd that you've taken an interest in the Unseen." he said as he was walking away.

"Wait!" i said, trying to ask him a question. But he was already gone. He had went back to his table and was talking to the dark haired guy. The blone girl had turned to glare at me with hate filled eyes. Whoa. What was her deal? Was that his jealous girlfriend? I didnt want any part of that. And what was the Unseen? What did he mean by that?

I turned back away, it was almost time for me to go home. I couldnt wait for this day to be over. It hadnt been so bad until that golden haired menace had intruded. I looked back at my picture. It was halfway done and could use some extra shading. I crumpled the page in my hand. It was true, i didnt know the town or its people. And if what Jace had said was true, i really didnt want people to start thinking of me as a freak. I was not going through that again.

The town of Bayhallow was starting to lose its charm.

When the dismissal bell rung, i picked my books up and went to leave. I threw the crumpled picture into the garbage as i went.