You guys are awesome. AWESOME. Thanks for even clicking on this story, not to mention supporting the story! Without further ado...

Chapter Two: Mortada High

… … … … …

… … … … …

Clary and Isabelle walked in front of the rest of the Infernela students. The head of the Board of Education had given her the address to Mortada High School and they decided to visit Mortada High School that evening. Surprisingly, it was only seven blocks away from Infernela. Even so, the atmosphere around this neighborhood and their former were very different. So together they walked in almost complete silence. They were allowed to keep their uniforms. At Infernela Academy, they wore a silver bow tie on a white vest with short sleeves and black linings. They also wore fancy white flats and had their symbol, an angel, embroidered on each part of their uniforms. It was awkward seeing boys in the streets staring at their silver short skirts. Clary felt the girls tense and hide behind her when they started crossing into this part of the town. Of course, she and Isabelle were a little unnerved by the wandering eyes, but they couldn't let their fear out to their students. In fact, she was in charge of the new school, Infernela No.2. And she was determined to keep her friends happy.

She turned back and saw the students trailing a little behind. They were getting tired. Clary understood that wealthy people weren't accustomed to walking long distances. She was glad she didn't grow up having to be spoon-fed her whole life. It would've molded her into a fragile doll made of china. She sighed, well someone has to take care of these girls. "Hang in there, girls. One more block." And with that she kept up her pace.

After another ten minutes, they arrived at the front of the school. And boy, were they terrified. The black gates to the school were opened. They girls walked through carefully. The outside of the school looked normal enough. There were two separate school buildings and some kind of large, metal shed in the background's field. The school buildings were white and four-stories high. Clary put her hands to her hips. "Seems welcoming enough." They made their way down the wide, school front made of cement and regretted their words. There were strange writings on the ground and on the school buildings. Months old debris floated across the walkway. The Infernelas decided to ignore this. Clary took out her notepad from her school bag. On it she wrote: CLEAN WALLS AND WALKWAYS.

Aline, another friend of Clary, sped up to walk beside the two leaders. "The paper given to us says that first and second year students should enter building B and the rest go to building A." Clary nodded and thanked her. However, the first and second year students seemed reluctant to leave the pres and vice-pres, who were both third years.

Clary turned to her classmates and gave them a reassuring smile. "It's okay. It's 3:40, the boys should have left half an hour ago. We're just here to check out the school." The younger students nodded unsurely. "Maia! Where's Maia?" Clary called out to the crowd.

Maia was a second year student, but still very close with Clary and Isabelle. She made her way up to the front. "Right here!"

"Maia, do me a favor and guide the freshmen and sophomores around building B? You have a copy of the instructions, right?" Clary asked.

Maia grinned. "Yes, ma'am!" She turned to the students. "Okay, girls. If you're a first or second year, come with me!"

"Yes." The younger girls chimed and followed her to the building to the right. Clary motioned for the remaining 35 students to follow her into building A.

THE NEXT DAY…

It was 8:14 in the morning and Jace and his friends were already telling crude jokes. Alec, one of the members of the top clan, had his arms around Jace and Jonathan's shoulders. The other five members, Simon, Kyle, Will, Magnus and Jem were cruising right beside them, taking up the whole sidewalk. They turned the corner to their school and stopped laughing.

They ran to the gates of Mortada and looked inside. They swore colorfully as they walked through the gates. Everything was squeaky clean, not a scribble in sight. Magnus let out a frustrated noise. "Where's my glitter drawing of Ke$ha?" Apparently, he spent a whole week finishing his drawing. "That's not even funny."

Simon looked horrified as he walked over to the edges of the courtyard. Their scratched up wooden benches had been replaced with glass ones. Jace was devastated. He was kneeling by the sides of the gates. Someone had planted pink and white flowers. "It's so…pretty." He said with disgust. He felt cold air rush by him and he shivered. Jace stood up and called out "We're getting to the bottom of this!" A chorus of angry agreements followed. The mob marched inside the building.

Which was a terrible mistake. It was even worse than outside. The lockers were completely rust and graffiti free. The walls were also plain tan colored. Everyone scattered around the building. "What the hell is this?" "Where're all my playboy magazines?" "The curtains in the classrooms are pink!"

Simon and Kyle waddled out of the bathroom. They were drenched with water. Jonathan's eyes went wide. "What happened to you two?"

Kyle shook his wet, brown hair and his soaked uniform. "The bathrooms, man. Someone changed it." Simon wiped his wet glasses on his t-shirt.

Jace looked dumbfounded. "Huh?"

Simon replied, "You see, Kyle went into one of the stalls and saw that there was a toilet instead of a urinal. He called me in and we took a closer look. It was all high-tech! There were all these buttons next to the seat so we pressed one and the thing started spraying us with water!" Simon shook his hair and pushed it back.

Will checked the lockers and found that each were empty. "What about our classroom?" He asked suddenly. The faces on the boys face were terrified.

Most classrooms were on the third and fourth floor. Extracurricular rooms were on the first floor. Class 1A had the second floor all to themselves and you can probably guess why. They sprinted up the steps and stopped when they reached the door. Jace wrapped his fingers around the doorknob and looked at his friends, making sure they'll be ready for anything. He took a deep breath and threw the door open. His eyebrows slowly raised. "What…the…"

The girls who were all seated in clean, white desks, stood up in unison. "Good morning." They gave courtesy and sat back down, so perfectly in sync that it was borderline robotic . Mr. Matsumura stood at the front of the class, looking as happy as he was just before he applied for this job. The curtains were pink, the classroom locker was replaced and all the desks were replaced with new ones. There was even a vase of flowers on the teacher's desk.

Jace stomped into the refurnished room and went close in on the teacher. Mr. Matsumura flinched slightly. He angrily questioned him. "So that whole 'combining-with-a-girly-girly-private-school wasn't a sick joke, wasn't it?"

"Y-yes, these are the students from Infernela Academy." Mr. Matsumura stuttered. The boys all poured into the room. The two student bodies exchanged bewildered looks.

"Where are our desks?" Simon asked as he poked at the new white desks. The Mortadas looked both annoyed and devastated, which the Infernelas didn't understand.

Clary and Isabelle stood next to Mr. Matsumura. Clary spoke with a distinguish voice, cutting through the noisy complaints. "If you're talking about the trash, we threw it all out." Clary put on a light smile. The boys gave her their full attention.

Jace folded his arms across his chest. "Threw it out? Everything?" Clary smiled and laughed silently.

ABOUT 17 HOURS AGO…

"Ohhh dear." Isabelle said as she stepped into the hallway. If you could even call it a hallway. It looked more like billboards in the Bronx. Nearly every inch of the wall was graffiti-ed. Crumpled up papers lay all around the red-stained floors.

Tessa walked around a knocked over garbage can. "This is what Earth will look like once pollution has killed off humanity." Clary sighed and took out her notepad. She wrote: WASH OFF CRAP IN THE HALLS.

Jessamine, another student and Isabelle wandered around the bathroom. They opened the stall and were surprised. Jessamine said slowly, "I believe these were once urinals before they were fossilized." Jessamine looked at Isabelle in confusion. Clary also took note: CHANGE TOILETS.

"We're on the second floor, let's keep moving everyone." Clary led the group up the staircase and to room 1A. "I guess we're the only ones on this floor." The other rooms were nearly completely empty.

Isabelle closed her hand around the knob. "Brace yourselves." She opened the door and turned around almost instantly. There was an umbrella hanging from the ceiling, along with several wads of gum. The girls entered into the "classroom".

"They call these desks?" Tessa said, astounded. She read the scribblings on the desk. They were such odd words, as if it were another language. Clary rubbed her temples in frustration.

"I guess we're gonna make a lot of changes today, girls." Clary said, looking down at the floor. The girls muttered words of disgust.

END FLASHBACK…

Isabelle made an agreement noise. "No need to worry about the costs. Think of it as a welcoming gift." She smiled at the boys, who oddly were all bruised and covered with slits on their skin. Clary was thrown off by their outfits. They wore the black jacket part of their uniform, which weren't closed. But other than that, they looked different from each other. One wore headphones on his neck. One wore about three pounds of makeup. And one was slowly approaching her.

He had waved blonde hair and was almost a foot taller than her. He wore a white undershirt that had the two top buttons unbuttoned. "Those desks weren't trash. Those were valuable antiques! They've been here since the day of Mortada's first win." Win? Clary wondered to herself.

One called out, "It helped me beat up that guy from Terrex High." The boys yet again were yelling. God, they're loud.

Clary laughed lowly. "Wow, it sounds like you packed all your pride into those 'antiques'. Too bad we threw it out." The girls held in their laughs. The Infernelas were glad to see their Prez standing her ground against these boys. The boys stood there looking at each other. The blonde's mouth twitched a little.

"We are Mortada. That doesn't change! So don't think about calling us 'Infernal No.2', got it Princess?" He had to tilt his head down quite a bit to look at Clary. The boys cheered him on as if it were done every day. "It's time for a talk with mister principal." He said, in a normal voice. They exited the room, taking their noisy mouths with them. This left the classroom feeling very…awkward.

"Eh, why don't you all take a ten minute break. I'll go down to the principal's office with them." Mr. Matsumura said and ran out of the room.

The girls let out a relieved sigh. Aline was the first to speak. "Those are the people we're going to see every day?"

Tessa, one of the Infernela students, shook her head. She ranted in frustration, "There has to be another way. How are we going to survive the semester with those...pests! it's gonna ruin everything-"

Clary cut her off by placing a hand on her shoulder. Tessa and Clary's eyes met and immediately she became calm. "I know this school is full of," Clary though for a moment, "delinquents. But, think about how bad it looked before. If we can fix this school, we can fix these boys."

Isabelle nodded and smiled a bit. "The Prez is right. There's no turning back, girls. We're just going to have to change these people. They'll thank us later." The girls smiled, almost a bit evilly.

After a couple of minutes, someone came back into the room. It was the teacher. "Mr. Matsumura?" Clary called out to him. "Is everything okay?"

He slapped his hands to his sides. "Well, they exchanged some colorful words with the principal and secretaries. And I think they accepted the fact that you have joined the school."

The girls stared at him doubtfully. Clary folded her arms and sat on her desk. She sighed and smiled. "Oh, is that so?"

... ... ... ... ...

... ... ... ... ...

Hey ya'll! I can't promise I'll be able to start my next chapter tomorrow…BUTT, I'll make it up to you. I already have an idea in mind…muahhaaha. Thanks for reading guys :)

~Beanie Wayland