Hey! Me again!
I'm apologizing in advance for the terrible knowledge of England that I do have. If I get something wrong, PLEASE TELL ME!
As a reminder, I wrote this months back, so it may not be as good as some of my other stuff, but I'm working on it!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
"The alarm goes off at that's six," said Isabelle. "We have to go to a community bathroom to shower in and get ready, and breakfast is at seven. School starts at eight."
"The community bathroom..." said Clary. "It doesn't allow boys, does it?"
Isabelle threw back her head and laughed. "No. Girls only. You're funny. As if they would let teenage boys anywhere near showering girls."
"You have a point," said Clary, embarrassed that she didn't assume as much earlier.
Isabelle was sitting with Clary, both on their swivel chairs in their dorm, facing each other.
"So, if we get up at six, should we go to bed now?" Asked Clary.
Isabelle shrugged. "I stay up as late as I want and get coffee. It works for me."
Clary giggled. "Cool."
"So," Isabelle changed the subject, "are you excited for your first day tomorrow?"
Clary shrugged. "I guess."
"You guess." Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Aren't you looking forward to finding cute boys? We've got plenty. Unless, of course, you already have a boyfriend back in New York?"
Clary shook her head. "Nope. No boys like me."
Isabelle raised an eyebrow, and Clary felt jealous; she'd never been able to do that. "I find that hard to believe."
Clary shrugged. "I didn't really have many friends in New York. Anyway, anyone I should avoid? Do you have a boyfriend?"
Isabelle shook her head. "I get around, but no one I particularly want you to avoid."
Clary nodded.
A loud blaring woke Clary up. It was unpleasant, and Clary took her pillow from under her head and covered her head with it. The blaring seized, and Clary sat up.
"Good morning," said Isabelle from the ground, yawning.
"Good evening," Clary corrected. It was still dark outside their window.
Isabelle laughed. "It's six o'clock now. We have to get up."
Clary hung her feet off the side of the bed and yawned.
Clary and Isabelle walked back from the shower area in robes- or, as the English apparently called them: dressing gowns. Clary's hair was blow dried, and her red curls spilled down her shoulders and back.
Isabelle unlocked their dorm and went in. Clary shut the door behind herself.
Isabelle went up to her swivel chair and took the clothes from the back. "Have you seen your uniform yet?" She asked.
Clary realized she'd never opened the box. She opened it and looked through the clothes.
Isabelle came over in a white button down and under garments. "Here." She pulled out a white button down, a khaki colored skirt, a blue blazer and a green ribbon. "Put these on."
Isabelle directed Clary on how to wear certain garments, and Clary dressed. Once she was finished, she looked in the full length mirror mounted on the wall next to her armoire.
She was wearing a fitted white button down with a fitted navy blue blazer, a khaki colored skirt that went to her mid-thigh, black knee high socks, black shoes, and a green bow instead of a tie. She looked alright in the uniform, she guessed, though it was uncomfortable.
Isabelle was in matching attire, but since she was taller, the skirt was slightly shorter on her, and her womanly shape worked with the fitted blazer. Clary's figure was less womanly, and it was not as attractive on her.
"I wish they'd let you wear heels," Isabelle said, "I don't like these shoes." She looked down at her own feet. "All well. Let's go to breakfast."
They entered the cafeteria. It was full of people. The tables were mostly occupied by dozens of students in uniform.
The boys' uniform was similar to the girls', but there was a green tie in the place of the bow, and khaki pants instead of a skirt.
The line was long, and full of chattering students.
"You can sit with us if you want," said Isabelle. They walked into the line and got trays.
"Who's 'we'?" Asked Clary.
"My brothers and I," she said. "Though I just crash their friends' table. They never seem to mind. Join us?"
That because you're attractive, Clary thought. "I don't think they'd want me there."
"Nonsense," said Isabelle, "they'll love you."
When Isabelle and Clary finally got their breakfasts, Clary followed Isabelle to a table full of muscular-looking boys. Clary hesitated when she saw Jonathan. He caught sight of her.
"What are you doing here?" He said coldly.
"Everyone, this is Clary," said Isabelle. "Is it okay if she sits with us? If not, we can always go sit with those boys over there-"
"She's welcome," said a rather attractive boy with black hair and strikingly blue eyes in an English accent.
Isabelle smiled. "Thank you, Will." Isabelle sat on the bench between a different boy with black hair, and the same blonde boy from yesterday. She gestured for Clary to sit between her and the blonde boy.
Clary sat.
The blond boy grinned at her. "Clary, right?"
She nodded. "And you are...?" Clary had forgotten his name.
"Jace," he said.
"So, you're Jonathan's sister?" Asked a different blonde boy, one with blue eyes.
"Yes," said Clary, "that's right."
Jonathan groaned in annoyance.
The boy smiled at her. "I'm Nate, by the way."
"Clary."
Isabelle giggled quietly in her ear. "You've already got boys flirting with you left and right," she whispered, "you're lucky."
Clary blushed.
"Oh, Clary, this is Alec." Isabelle leaned back and gestured to the boy who sat on her left. He had black hair and blue eyes. He nodded at her.
Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Antisocial..." She muttered the next word, so Clary didn't hear it.
Tessa followed Sophie to a table on the far side of the cafeteria. There were a few other people there.
"Hey, Sophie," said a girl with light-brown skin, and caramel-colored curls. "Is this your new roommate?"
"Yes," said Sophie. "Tessa, this is Maia."
She waved at her.
Sophie gestured to the boys on either side of Maia. "These are Jordan and Simon."
"Hey," said one of them. "I'm Simon. Nice to meet you."
"Likewise." Tessa sat next to Sophie.
"I'm Jordan," said the other boy.
"Hi." Tessa noticed Sophie was the only one at the table with an English accent. "Are you guys American?" She asked.
"New Jersey," Maia and Jordan said in unison.
"New York," said Simon.
"No way. I'm from New York," said Tessa.
Simon smiled. "Small world."
"Tessie."
Tessa looked up and saw her brother. "Nate." she smiled.
"You can sit with us if you want." he gestured to a table somewhere towards the center.
"It's okay," she said. "Thanks. Maybe at lunch?"
He nodded. "Sure." he looked a little... Concerned? Then he walked away.
"I hope I didn't hurt his feelings," said Tessa.
"He probably just didn't want you to sit with us," said Sophie.
Tessa frowned. "Why?"
"Because we're not super... Cool," said Simon. "We play halo."
Tessa looked at them in confusion. "How does playing halo make you not cool?"
Sophie shook her head. "Never mind."
"Nate Gray is... One of the popular guys," said Simon.
Tessa's eyebrows went up.
"How do you know him?"
"That was her brother, Simon," said Sophie.
"Oh!" Simon stared at Tessa for a second. "I see the resemblance. Tessa Gray?"
She nodded.
"Good name."
Tessa looked toward the table towards the center of the room where her brother had gone to. There were muscular-looking guys, and beautiful girls there.
"Those are the cool kids," said Maia, "if cool includes sports, and cheer leading, and being assholes."
Jordan snorted.
Wow, Tessa thought, all schools suck.
"If you want to join them, it's fine," said Sophie, "I understand."
Tessa looked at her. She looked disappointed. "No," said Tessa. "Unless you'd like me to leave..."
"No!" Sophie shook her head. "I just didn't know if you would choose to sit with that crowd instead."
Tessa frowned. "I don't believe in stereotypes or school ranks. I want friends, not popularity."
Sophie smiled. "Then friends, you shall have."
"Welcome to the group," said Simon.
"So, Clary," said a blonde girl, "what do you do?"
"Excuse me?"
"Like, do you cheer?" Said a different blonde. "Do you play football?"
Clary frowned. "Football?"
Isabelle leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Soccer."
"Oh!" Clary felt stupid. "Um, I don't really do anything." She shrugged.
The second blonde girl blinked at her. "Nothing?" She said flatly.
"Um... I draw?" Clary shrugged.
"Are you any good?" Asked the first blonde.
"Um... I don't know, not really."
"Yes she is," said Isabelle. "I flipped through your sketchbook last night. You're actually really good."
Clary's mouth dropped open. "You did what?" She whispered.
"Sorry, was I not supposed to?"
"So you draw," said the second blonde. "Anything else?"
"Not really," said Clary.
The blondes looked bored.
"By the way, these are Jessamine and Camille," said Isabelle.
"Jessie," the second blonde corrected.
They both seemed to dislike Isabelle and herself.
"Right," said Isabelle. "Jessie."
"Hi, by the way," said a girl with black hair and blue eyes. "We haven't been introduced yet. I'm Cecy. You're Clary?"
Clary nodded. "Yeah."
She smiled a friendly smile. "Alright, proper introductions," she gestured to different people as she spoke. "Magnus, Camille, Jem, Nate, Ella, Will, Alec, Gideon, Gabriel, Jace, Tatiana, Jessie, and you know Jonathan. Camille and Magnus are together, and Gabriel and I are together- just clarifying."
Clary smiled. "Thanks."
The bell rang, signifying the end of breakfast. It was time for her first day.
I admit that this writing is not as good as it could be. I'll work on that :)
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I'll post the next chapter Friday!
-Wisterian Princess