Hey, guys. Guess what time it is? IT'S JACE TIME! Jace will finally be part of the story! Even if it is just the meeting…but whatever. Don't forget to vote in the poll! Please please please please PLEASE! I need your votes for the story to go on! And just a heads up, I'm taking it down on Sunday the 12th of January, so vote before then! You get to decide if nothing or something happens to Jon!

-swimmergirl103

(Just a reminder: Clary, Simon, and Isabelle are sophomores, Jace is a junior, Jonathon and Alec are seniors.)

I wasn't ready to go through any more emotional or mental abuse at the moment and going to school wasn't going to help it. But it was already set. Jon and I would go in together and get our schedules, and then we would go with someone to show us where to go. Since I was a sophomore and Jon was a senior, it was unlikely for us to have any classes together. I would be on my own for the whole day.

From my previous experience from my other school, I was scared of what kind of people I would find here. Idris High. Maybe there would be separated groups; the preps, jocks, nerds, drop outs, the misfits. Maybe they would be exactly like the people at my old school; those who worship and believe every word the populars say. Or maybe they are all friends, and unicorns give rides to classes and they serve five star meals at lunch. Wouldn't that be great. But it isn't and I still don't have a clue to what this school is going to be like.

I willed myself with every ounce of power in my body to get sick or something. I did not want to go to school. I mean, with a past like mine, I was still having problems. I was still having problems with trust, physical interaction of any kind, and fear. There was still a whole bunch of fear. I wouldn't be like Jon and automatically be popular and adored. I have, let's just say some social issues.

But there I was, standing in front of the school; the standard, stereotyped brick building with a freshly manicured lawn and students milling around socializing. Jon looked at me with concern.

"Clare, are you going to be okay? You are really pale."

"It's just, our old school, and old life and-" I was cut off by the lump that had been forming in my throat.

"I won't let anybody do anything to you Clary. I promise. If anyone bothers you, you tell me. They can't do anything to you without doing the same to me."

"Let's get our schedules."

We walked to the main building, ignoring the stares, whispers, giggles and points. I knew immediately that Jon would be a big hit. Of course.

Once we were into the reception office, we were ushered by the busy looking lady into another office.

There was a desk. A chair facing the opposite way like Dr. Evil was going to turn around with his cat. But when the chair turned, Panic engulfed me. Sitting in the chair was Valentine.

"Welcome, children."

And I screamed. I collapsed and scrambled to the wall, hunching over in fear and trembling.

Strong arms wrapped around me. A voice whispered in my ear.

"Shh, Clary, Clary it's okay. It's just the principal. Shh, he's in jail, he can't hurt you anymore. I'm here. Shh. It's ok. Clary, calm down. Everything's fine." Finally the panic passed and Jon helped me up onto my shaky legs. Tears still made their way down my face but I wiped them away. Jon sat me in a chair. I looked up at the spot I had just minutes before, but there was no Valentine. In his place stood a very worried looking woman.

"Are you alright?" I nodded my head. Jon didn't look convinced.

"I don't think you're ready for this. Not yet. I'm calling mom, or Luke, or somebody to take you home. Maybe next week."

"No Jon. I'm fine. Really. I just, panicked a little there. I thought I saw…him."

"That's the second time. Clary come on. You aren't ready yet."

"Yes I am Jonathon." He shut up when he heard his whole name. I had recently been calling him Jon because when I called him Jonathon, it reminded me of the bad days when he couldn't help me. When I had hated him.

The woman cleared her throat. She had chocolate colored skin and long straight black hair pulled into a ponytail. Soft dark brown eyes stared in concern.

"Um, ok. Let's start over. I'm Miss Vale. You may address me as Principal Vale. You must be Jonathon and Clary. I understand that you have had an-erm-troubled past, home and school, and I just wanted to say that you can start over here. You are welcome here. Here are your schedules, and we've arranged for students at your grade level with the same schedule to show you around. Jonathon, you will meet a boy by the name of Sebastian in your first class period in room 203, which is up the stairs and the first door to your left. Clary, you will meet a girl named Isabelle in your first class period in room 109, which is at the end of this hallway. Good luck on your first day."

We left the room and Jon stopped me in the waiting room, which led to the hallways.

"Clary, if anything happens, just shut everything out. Don't think about anything. It will work. Please be careful. See you after school. I'll meet you right here right after school, okay?" I nodded. He hugged me and left. Still shaken up from the panic attack, I opened the door, only to run into something-or rather someone. I was knocked down and looked up at the person in fear, already trembling again. I wasn't used to touching someone and not being hurt. The person was gorgeous. Golden hair, golden skin, he even had golden eyes. He smirked down at me.

"You know, I'm used to being stared at, Red, but you didn't have to pretend to run into me just to get to touch my gorgeous self." Then he noticed the trembling and fear in my eyes. He crouched down, concern shining in his beautiful eyes. "Hey Red, are you ok? I didn't mean for my looks to scare you." I could tell that he was still really concerned, even behind the joke.

"Y-yeah, I'm just-never mind, I need to go." I quickly scrambled off the floor and out the door, leaving the boy looking dazed and confused.

I looked at all the room numbers as I passed them; 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, and finally the last room in the hall right beside a set of doors read 109. I felt like I was going to be sick. I put my hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath, then I twisted and made my way into the classroom.