Warning: This story contains coarse language, self-harm, child abuse, and I'm not really sure what else yet. If that could be triggering to you or you just can't read that kind of thing, then please don't read this.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments...which means I don't own Magnus. *wails in agony* WHY CAN'T I HAS MAGGY?! WHY?! I also don't own Enter Sandman. *pouts*


"Oh boy... What do we do now?" Simon whispered. "She won't let anyone help her now. Great job pissing her off, Goldilocks."

Twenty minutes and a ton of frustration later, Clary arrived at room 483. The teacher gave her a funny look, but didn't say anything about her tardiness. Instead, he decided to be an asshole.

"Miss Fray, would you care to introduce yourself to the class?" he said smugly, smirking. "And while you're at it, is there anything you would like to tell us about yourself?"

"Well, Luke, is it? I would most definitely not like to introduce myself, as you seem to have just done so for me. And as for what I would like everyone to know about me? Stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours. Piss me off on a Tuesday or a holiday, and I will make having the shit beat out of you by Chuck Norris seem like a day at the beach. And yes, I know I'm a bitch. That will be all." She stalked to the back of the room and plopped down in her seat, content to draw for the remainder of the class. She had seen the equation on the board, and silently laughed to herself. Her father had taught her everything she would ever need to learn before she had turned ten, so she snickered when Mr. Garroway got more and more frustrated because he couldn't solve it. Did he need to go back to elementary school or something? This was simple, basic math. She watched him make a fool of himself repeatedly, and finally decided to take pity on him.

"Mr. Garroway, just let me do it, please. You're lowering all of our IQ's just by being in the same room as us." She took the marker out of his hand, quickly scribbled down her work and answer, and handed it back to him. "Thank you. Now please find something to talk about that you actually know what you're doing with." She bowed slightly, then turned and walked back to her seat, which wasn't next to Jace for once, humming "Enter Sandman." Just as she reached her seat, she belted out,

"Say your prayers little one

Don't forget my son

To include everyone

I tuck you in, warm within

Keep you free from sin

'Til the sandman he comes

Sleep with one eye open

Gripping your pillow tight

Exit light

Enter night

Take my hand

We're off to never-never land

Something's wrong, shut the light

Heavy thoughts tonight

And they aren't of Snow White

Dreams of war, dreams of liars

Dreams of dragon's fire

And of things that will bite, yeah

Sleep with one eye open

Gripping your pillow tight

Exit light

Enter night

Take my hand

We're off to never-never land

Now I lay me down to sleep

(Now I lay me down to sleep)

Pray the lord my soul to keep

( Pray the lord my soul to keep)

If I die before I wake

(If I die before I wake)

Pray the lord my soul to take

( Pray the lord my soul to take)

Hush little baby don't say a word

And never mind that noise you heard

It's just the beasts under your bed

In your closet in your head

Exit light

Enter night

Grain of sand

Exit light

Enter night

Take my hand

We're off to never-never land

Boom!

Yeah yeah!

We're off to never-never land

Take my hand

We're off to never-never land

Take my hand

We're off to never-never land

We're off to never-never land

We're off to never-never land"

Mr. Garroway looked slightly amused at her sudden outburst, but the bell rang before he could do anything about it. He shook his head and sighed as Clary bolted out the door with her stuff. Time to check on Jocelyn...


Jace bolted down the hall after Clary, trying desperately to keep up. "Hey, Red, wait up! You don't even know where you're going!" She either didn't hear him or didn't care, because she didn't even slow down as she bolted through the maze off hallways otherwise known as school. Jace just sighed and pushed people out of the way. There was no way she was going to beat him to his favorite class!


Clary bolted into the girls locker room and changed into the standardized uniform, otherwise known as shorts and a T-shirt. She nearly cursed as she realized that her bruises would show while she was changing, so she hurried to finish before anyone else could get there. This was going to be fun... She went straight out to the gym and started her stretches.

Coach Cairstairs blew the whistle loudly, causing some of the kids to cover their ears. "You are going to run until you collapse. I mean this literally. I will count your laps. Go!"

Clary laughed as she took off. The other kids were already groaning, but she ignored it and focused on the pounding rhythm of her feet on the hard gym floors. She didn't know how much time had passed, but the coach suddenly stopped her as she was running. As she looked around to see what she had done wrong, she realized that she had been the only one still running. How had everyone else tired out so quickly? She just shook her head and laughed. "Sorry, Coach. Guess I got a little bit carried away there..." She scratched the back of her neck absently.

"Clary, do you even know how many laps you ran?" The coach looked at her incredulously. "Two hundred seventy six laps. That's more than ten times the next best amount, which was Jace at twenty." Uh-oh... Clary thought nervously. Maybe I should have stopped sooner. "How did you even do that? I sure as hell want to know!"

Clary just shrugged in response. "I'm just used to it, I guess." It really wasn't that unusual, was it?

"You guess? Seriously, how did you do that?" Coach Cairstairs was getting frustrated.

"I don't know! It just happened, okay? I won't do it again."

The rest of the tests passed much the same way, with Clary destroying everyone else's score and Coach demanding to know how she did it. Jace came in at second in the class for the first time in his life. They were finally sent to get dressed, and Clary took about ten seconds to be ready to leave. She couldn't wait to get out of there. Next class, please! Finally, time for art.