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Chapter 2

Unpacking was awful, she hated every second of it. Seeing all of her stuff in a different place only made her feel more home sick. The only thing she was dreading more was school, she was starting Alicante High School on Monday and the only person she would know is her brother. Why it's named after some place in Spain and not New York she would never know.

She was sorting out the last of her clothes when her Mom came in.

"Are you getting settled in okay, Clary?" She asked in greeting.

"Yeah, sure." Clary mumbled.

"Oh come on, it's not so bad here. You needed the change of scenery, who knows you might even like it." Her Mom said in an attempt to cheer her up, but she wasn't buying it.

"You don't get it Mom, this doesn't feel like home, I have no friends here."

"You'll make friends."

"Maybe, but they won't be Simon." She told her Mother bluntly, that was all there was to it.

"You can't base this on one boy, there are lots of other nice people, you'll find someone even better than Simon. I promise."

Her Mother had crossed a line now, how could she say that? She knew how close Clary was to Simon.

"Don't make promises you can't keep." Was all she said in response. When her Mom realised that she wasn't going to say anything else she sighed and left the room.

The weekend passed in a blur of unpacking and home sickness and before she knew it, Monday morning had arrived. She had never fussed over clothes too much but she figured she should at least make some sort of effort this morning, it was her only chance to make a first impression on these people.

She put on some skinny jeans, black combat boots and a black top with an unbuttoned shirt over the top. Of course not forgetting about her necklace from Simon, which made her miss him even more.

She attempted to tame her hair flaming, red curls into some sort of updo but eventually left it down around her shoulders. Whenever people envied her hair they had no idea what they were talking about, it was a nightmare. It never quite done what she wanted it to no matter how hard she tried. She even applied some make-up, she was going to all this effort and yet probably no one would even notice.

She slung her almost empty book bag over her shoulder and headed downstairs to wait on Jonathan. They had decided to walk to school together despite their Mother trying to insist on driving them.

"Oh you look lovely! Doesn't she look so grown up Valentine? Are you excited for your first day? Should I take pictures? Oh have you remembered lunch money? Did you-" Her Mom fretted until she cut her off.

"Mom, calm down. It's okay, honestly you seem almost more worried than I am right now and it's freaking me out." She told her, though she couldn't help laughing. Her Mother really did care about her even though it drove her mad sometimes.

"Oh I know, I'm sorry honey." She apologised before pulling her into a right hug.

"Thanks Mom, love you." She smiled as she poured some coffee, "black like her soul" as Simon always said.

"I'll skip the sappy stuff today, I'm good. Ready to go sis?" Her brother called as he walked downstairs laughing. He seemed to be in a pretty good mood today.

"Yeah, we should leave now so we can be on time. I just need to finish my coffee first" She replied, Jonathan's good mood has somehow made her feel better as well.

"You and your coffee." He laughed fondly.

Despite what he said he gave Mom a hug and a kiss on the cheek on his way passed anyway.

She hugged her Dad as well and wished him good luck on his new job he was starting today. Clary had always been closer to her Mom than her Dad for some reason, while Jonathan was the opposite.

They all called their goodbyes and a few minutes later Clary and Jonathan were making their way along the road to school. They didn't really talk much, they mostly walked in silence with a bit of small talk here and there, she liked it this way.

As they approached the front gates Clary noticed first the huge sign up for the soccer team, "Alicante Demons, looking better in black since 1234". Most other schools used animals, demons was rather strange but she was new here, who was she to question them.

Most people just ignored them, only a few heads turned to look them over with mild interest then looked away, no one approached them. They followed signs until they found the main office, they collected maps and timetables and all the general need to know information before heading off to their first class.

Her first class was physical education - apparently a mandatory subject at this school - this made her groan inwardly, she always the last picked for teams and had never found any sports that she was particularly good at.

"Where are you going first?" Jonathan asked, glancing over her shoulder.

"The gym, you?" She replied, hoping that she would at least have him in her first class.

"English literature." He said and this time she actually groaned. Today would officially be the worst day ever she decided.

"Oh come on, it won't be so bad. Might even be good to get out there and meet new people by yourself, without it being influenced on my awesomeness." Jonathan told her to try and cheer up.

"Wow."

"What?"

"You really are a cocky son of a bitch sometimes." She laughed and shoved him slightly.

He pretended to look hurt but ended up laughing with her, "I'll see you at break."

She waved goodbye and headed to her own class, dreading every minute of it. She found the girls locker room without much difficulty and walked in, not sure what to expect.

All of the girls were getting ready, she thought she would be ignored but of course she had no such luck.

"Well would you look at what the cat dragged in!" Exclaimed a girl with long raven black hair and dark eyes. It was clear she was the popular queen bee in this class, the exact people she couldn't stand. Great. Everyone laughed and turned to stare at her, she heard lots of questions being whispered around and was pretty sure she had never felt so self-conscious in her life.

"Who is she?"

"Has she never heard of fashion?"

"Did she literally walk out of hot topic?"

"Is that hair natural?"

"Does she have any friends?"

The whole time she shuffled nervously from foot to foot hoping her face wasn't blushing a crimson red as it often did in awkward situations.

"Hey! Stop, she looks like she's going to piss herself!" The dark haired girl shouted over them to silence them, though not really looking truly sorry.

"I, uh, think I should get changed now." She announced, trying to act confident and brave but her voice betrayed her.

"Oh you do? Well I don't and what I say goes." The girl snapped once more. Things were getting worse and worse by the minute. "I may not know you but I don't like you, I'm the boss here and you need to get that into that pretty little red head of yours. Are we clear?"

She just nodded, not trusting herself to say anything else. The girl turned away looking disgusted and Clary took that as a cue to get changed for P.E.

She threw on her gym clothes and trainers and managed to tie her hair up somehow as fast as she possibly could then left the locker room behind everyone else.

She stood alone in the Gym, she could feel the dark haired girl's eyes on her as she whispered to her friends, probably in an attempt to annoy her. Clary hated that it was working, but she couldn't let it show or else things would get worse.

The teacher's name was Mr Starkweather and clearly almost all the girls were crushing on him, trying to get his attention with flips of their hair and bats of their eyelids. What amused her the most was that he was practically oblivious to it and if he knew, well he clearly couldn't care less if he tried. He sent them jogging around the hall as a warm up exercise, even this wasn't above Clary's abilities or so she thought. Just as she was getting into a good pace and rhythm she found herself tripping and slamming into the floor

"Oops my bad." The dark haired girl giggled in that fake high pitched laugh before running on.

"Good one Izzy." She heard someone else laugh and then the slap of hands indicating a high five.

She slowly dragged herself up from the floor, as she was about to continue running she felt a hand on her back.

"Are you alright? What happened?" The teacher asked gently.

"I'm fine, nothing I guess I just tripped." She lied, she knew that telling tales about the girl, who she presumed was called Izzy, wasn't going to get her anywhere good.

The worst thing is the girl was right, she hated this place. She just wanted to go home.

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