Hey guys I am sorry about the long time no update well here is chapter 8 of gang runaway.

Clary's POV.

I walk into my favorite class. Art class. The teacher sees me and smiles sweetly and waves me over. She looks about 22. A young faced brunette, with green/blue eyes.

"Hello, you must be my new student Clarissa Fray. I have seen some your art work in the museum. You are amazing." She smiles and I smile back.

"Yep, that's me but, please call me Clary and which piece did you look at?"
"Your falling Angel Raziel."

"That one was inspired by a dream. It was weird I walked into a grave yard when it was raining and everything was gray. Then I see something falling from the sky, its wings slightly falling forward. When he reached the ground he stood with his back to me. Then I wake up thinking about my dream and go get some coffee and then a guy exactly like the one in my dream, well he looks that way from the back, turns around and then I saw it and that was how it started."

She looked shocked by my story but she believed it. That's when we clicked, she and I artist and no one artist is exactly alike. I can tell she well be my friend. She tells me her name and I gasp.

Alice Benet

Rolling Stones Magazine says she is upcoming artist. I am surprised I didn't recognize her. She is like my mom and I's idol.

"Mrs. Benet if you don't mind me asking why are you working at a high school?"
"I want to be able to help bred the next generation of artist such like yourself. Although you have already been discovered just like your mom, Jocelyn Fairchild. Please call me Alli. Mrs. Benet makes me feel old."

"Okay Alli, I should sit down before the bell rings." She nods and lets me go.

I go sit in the very back left corner of the room so if needed I can make an escape. The knife I had hidden in my boot is currently jabbing me so I pull my boot up and move it so I don't feel it anymore. I have a total of 18 weapons all together. I know you must be thinking 18 don't you think it's a bit much? No, in my opinion I don't have enough for a small bar fight. This is all I could get away with in a dress. A WHITE dress. So black shows through white. I see Jace, Jonathan, Jorden, and Izzy walk into art. All the girls start drooling when the guys walk in. I roll my eyes and take out my sketch book. The girls are saying the guys can sit by them. Izzy rolls her eyes and comes sit by me. The boys are trying but can't get through. I start drawing when it is taken from me. I look up and see Izzy and Alli, looking at my art.

"Clary, how are you so good at art?" Izzy asked.
"Clary, that one picture of the girl staring at the forest in the snow would make an amazing oil painting." Alli says.

"Thanks guys. Izzy you know my mom is Jocelyn Fairchild, right?" She gasp.
"NO way."
"Yeah I also have pictures in a museum around her and in a few other countries. "
"That's so cool. I wish I could see the world like you two."

The bell rings and she goes the front of class and waits for everyone to sit.

"Class we have a new student Clary would you like to introduce yourself?"

Jordan, Jace, and Jonathan finally get here I stand up and walk to the front of the room. The room breaks into wolf whistles and glares.

"Hello I am Clarissa Fray but even think of calling me Clarissa I will find you and cut your arm off. I am not new to art I have my painting and my mother's paintings in museums all over the world. I am known as the youngest artist to ever have a piece in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. That's all for art, for now."

Their mouths are hanging open. Then a jealous blond decides to question me.

"Oh, really. I don't believe you prove it. Go on the Museums website and show us it on the promethean board." Her nasally voice echoes through the class room.

"Alli, can I please use the board?" They are shocked I called her by a nickname.
"Yes you may."

I go sit in her chair in front of the screen and pull up the website. I pull up new pieces and they have it categorized by last name. When I reach F for Fray I pull up Fallen Raziel.

"Where's your name?" She says smugly. I roll my eyes and say.
"If you would let me pull up the painting's BIO then you would see it.

Once the BIO is up you see my name in big bold lettering. What do you know?

"Is this enough proof Barbie's ugly twin?" she gasp. I love being me.
"Alright Clary sit down so we can start class." Alli says.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hour Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I am sitting in history listening to my teacher drown on and on about the civil war. I heard it all before. I was in advance History last year. So I fell asleep only to be woken up ten minutes later by a red faced teacher.

"Miss. Fray do you already know this information so well you could teach it?"
"Yes I do Mr. Millette."
"Well then go up there and teach."

I shrug and stand up and let him take my spot.

"What part did you stop at?"
"We stopped at what type of jobs people have." I nod and get up there. Peoples' heads started looking up I guess I got their attention more than a 5 foot 2 man with a small gut could.

!Lunch Time!

When class ended the teacher to say in the least was impressed. I walk to lunch and I can tell I am the topic of many people's conversations. I walk to Iz and Si who are sitting in the middle table. The Popular table. With a flourish I grab my jacket and hold it and walk with swinging hips. I get their I am most definitely the talk of the school.

"So Si how is your day, Sugar?" I ask with my southern accent. Iz and Si laugh and he replies.
"Fine doll, what is this I hear about you teaching History?" He says in a cheesy southern accent.
"Izabella, Dallin how are you?" She grins at my accent.
"Fine, how's is your day going." Joining on our southern accents.
"Lovely, I am going to stop talking like this kay Sugar."
"Good no more."

I hear someone clear their throat and I turn and see…..

This update's book is: Venomous by Christopher Krovatin

Locke Vinetti is a high school junior, disenchanted and more than a little hostile. In fact, for years he's had a lousy social life because of a problem he has with his anger—a force he calls "the venom." Ever since he was eight years old and bit off a piece of a classmate's nose, he's been something of a loner.

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