"Wow, a fourth wall break inside of a fourth wall break? That's like.. sixteen walls."
It's true, I'm going to be including plenty of fourth wall breaks in this story. Comedic relief. Haha.
Also to be clear, Clary and Simon are both Juniors in High School. Alec and Magnus - when they appear - will be a year above them along with Jon. Jace and Isabelle will also be Juniors. Other characters will be mentioned later. Suggestions, feedback, and criticism is definitely welcome. Now enjoy!
P.S: The chapters WILL get longer, I promise. And more interesting. Also thank you for the follows, favorites and reviews! They mean so much.
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"Good morning starshine, the earth says: 'Hello!'" Jon wailed from downstairs, on whichever floor of the three story home we'd been handed over (I like to call it that, makes it seem cooler than it actually is). My eyes snapped open; dammit, today would be our very first official day at Brooklyn High School. It took all of my willpower to keep from gouging my eyes out at the thought of school. As much as it seemed, I didn't hate school. At least, not that much. I mean - hey - at least Simon would be there, right?
I quickly curvet out of my snug, soft comforter, met by the cold air on my body. Usually, Jocelyn would pressure me into wearing something nice - after all, first impressions are key. But I wasn't in the mindset to bother caring what I wore, so all I did was slip into skinny jeans and a white tee, bolting out of my bedroom door and hollering at Simon, who was most likely still asleep. I swear, even the dead rising couldn't wake him up.
"Simon, come on! Don't want to be late!" I batter roughly on his door before nimbly disappearing to my own room, throwing my untamed locks into the best messy bun I could muster in five seconds. Eventually - pop tart in hand - we all end up in the foyer, me waiting impatiently beside the door as Jon grabs his keys as slowly as he could possibly manage on the time crunch.
"You already ready?" He seems surprised I'm so early, and I just tap my foot impatiently. God writer, I swear - give him a brain.
"Jon," I glance at the nonexistent watch on my porcelain wrist. "We do not have time for this."
"Alright alright," He puts his hands up in mock surrender, keys dangling from one finger. I take the opportunity to snatch them, a chime sounding throughout the room as I dash out the door, Simon close on my heels. I can hear him laughing, and I can practically feel the annoyed yet amused energy radiating off of my god-damn-freaking-slow-brother.
Once in the car, Simon managing to make shotgun while Jon begrudgingly climbed in the back, we all take a deep breath. As we're driving to our doom, I peek at Simon, who seems nearly sick. "Hey," I remove one hand from the wheel, using it to gently rub his shoulder. "We're going to be fine. In the end, we've got each other."
"Thank you, Clary." Simon offers a genuine smile, which I return. Simon Lewis has been my best friend for as long as I can remember - since we were in diapers. I couldn't imagine life without him, and everytime I think of my future, I always see Simon. He's had my back in every scenario, and for that I am truly thankful.
"Hey, I wonder if we've got the same classes," I wonder aloud. God, I hoped so. Please, writer, place me in the same classes as my adorable, nerdy best friend.
"Yeah, I do, too. I really hope we do, I seriously have no idea what I would do in a class without you right now."
"Oh, you'll be fine. We both will." I assure him, receiving a small smile. We eventually arrive to the school - bustling with activity, students loitering in the parking lot. It was huge, larger than I had expected, and by the look on Simon's face, larger than he expected, too.
Everyone stops and stares, as you would expect them to with the seemingly interesting new kids (at least in a story like this.) I promise you, people, we are far from interesting. Surprisingly - big emphasis on the word surprisingly - I catch ninety percent of the female population burning holes through Jonothan as they stare at him. There was no doubt that he got the looks in our family. All I got was hair brighter than the sun with a knack for disobedience and emerald green eyes that made it look like Christmas threw up on me. No, Christmas hasn't come early, that's just me walking down the hallway, folks. Not to mention my petite frame and the fact that I am shorter than the word short itself.
Simon and I both end up walking alone, Jon having already merged with a group of "Populars", leading to us both heading to the office ourselves to retrieve our schedules.
As we stroll into the main office, there is a man sitting behind a dark oak desk, with brown hair that stretches to the very top of his ear, curls scattered throughout. He looks up once we walk in, and his eyes are a hazel I recognize, and on his firm build he wore a black blazer. It was then that his identity dawned on me.
"Luke?"
"Clary! How are you doing?" Luke inquires, a broad smile across his features.
"Oh, I'm doing good. Simon and I are just looking for our schedules? It's our first day today." Simon nods vigorously beside me, and I ruffle his hair.
"Ah, yes. Here they are," Luke extends a hand, sending the schedules off to the correct party. Glancing down, I scan through the words written for my schedule.
CLARISSA FRAY;
1st Period-Algebra II with Ms. Thorn
2nd Period-Lifetime Sports with Coach Bronze
3rd Period-Chemistry with Mrs. Dotson
4th Period-Ap Literature with Mr. Cox
5th Period-LUNCH/Academy
6th Period-Art III with Mrs. Herondale
7th Period-AP Computur Science with Mr. Wayland
8th Period-Intro to Business with Mrs. Penhallow
Simon and I swap schedules once done looking over our own, and a smile spreads across my face. We had almost every class together - the only ones we didn't have together were Chemistry, Art, and AP Computer Science. Shocker. We quickly thank Luke, leaving the office to head to 1st period. The bell had already gone off several minutes earlier, so Simon and I both show up late to Algebra II. Ms. Thorn appeared a little… old and mean. Why couldn't you have written her in a little nicer looking?
"Um.." I purse my lips, "Hi. I'm Clary, this is Simon. We're new here, and we had just gotten our schedules and got a little lost on the way here." I tell Ms. Thorn, trying to shrink away into nothing so maybe they couldn't see me. The old woman simply nods.
"Well, Clary.. Simon.. Welcome to Brooklyn High." She points to two empty seats, one being beside a stunningly attractive girl with raven hair and piercing blue eyes. The other was next to a guy with the most golden hair I've ever seen with pools of tawny eyes to match that. He had a certain air about him - an arrogant one I wasn't about to deal with, so I strided to the seat beside the raven-haired girl, smiling as I sat down. Sorry, Simon. Gonna have to deal with golden boy.
"Hey, I'm Isabelle," The girl - who I now know as Isabelle - whispers to me.
"I'm Clary, good to meet you." I whisper back, as if she didn't already know my name.
"You seem interesting, Clary," She replies, "You're welcome to sit with me and a few others at lunch today."
"Really? Sure, I'll see if Simon would like to to." I smile; wow, I'd already made a friend. If you've ever been a new kid in an overly populated school, you know the feeling. It's important to know people, and it's even more important for said people to trust you and have your back.
Please, if you could, help me get through high school.