Hellooooooooo… I know I took a while to update, but with my stories I usually do. I can update really fast or take a couple of weeks. Deal with it.

Holidays have officially started for us Aussies, and I have a full two weeks of doing absolutely nothing. It's going to be fun.

I didn't really want to write this chapter out until I had it properly planned, 'cause I don't want to lose track of the story.

Each chapter I'm going to recommend a book or book series, 'cause I feel like it.

Recommended Series: Skulduggery Pleasant. Seriously, read any page and you'll be laughing. Here's a teaser quote:

"Stephanie, I'm not altogether sure you're respecting my authority."
"Yes, I'm not."
"I see. Okay then."

Chapter 2: New Faces

This school was definitely interesting. It was founded in the 1950s and it originally only had adults, until they realised how valuable kids could be. Or more accurately teenagers. The school board decided the minimum age for acceptance would be about 13, although they had a couple of special cases over the years. It was now a complete teenager facility; no adults were trained here at all.

The book then proceeded to detail a long and boring explanation of the school. After that, were about three hundred rules which students were expected to memorise. That wouldn't be a problem with my photographic memory but that didn't mean I had to like it.

The first hundred rules were basically things you get in boarding schools like no guys allowed in the girl's wing, and all students had to be on time to classes. But then the rules went a bit weird. For instance, every morning all the students had to wake up at five o'clock and take a five kilometre run before six. If you didn't do it, you were given detention and if you took too long you missed breakfast. And that uniforms were to be worn at all lessons. Oh, and under no circumstances were you to take explosives out of classrooms.

That was definitely a rule I wouldn't be abiding. I liked explosives. Although I had learnt consequences of being caught were usually bad. Like the time I was under house arrest for five months when I blew up my mother's car. It was totally worth it.

Then one of the rules actually penetrated through my brain and I groaned. A uniform. Seriously. I guess I kinda expected it, and I faintly remembered a pile of black fabric at the back of my closet. I groaned again and resumed looking through the book.

At the back of the leather book was a large envelope. Inside it was a small silver box with a screen and a map of the school. By the looks of it, the school was much larger than presumed. Buildings were hidden all over the island, and it seemed many of them stretched at least ten levels underground too.

The most interesting thing though was the underground pathways that connected all the buildings. Apparently, you could make your way anywhere around the school without once going outside.

I stared at the map for a couple more seconds to memorise it completely then turned my eye to the silver device. It reminded me of a phone, except there were no buttons and apparently nothing that could turn it on. One side was completely glass, the other silver with the black logo of the school.

I tapped it for a couple of seconds, and was frustrated when nothing happened. I was used to my technological know how preventing moments like this. Out of pure frustration I said open at the box… and was surprised when the screen lit up.

"Voice pattern authorised. C-Box initiated." A tinny voice came from the speaker. I looked at it in surprise.

The screen had a white background and then the black logo of the school appeared on it. Seconds later it cleared to reveal a black background with the time and date.

I touched the screen cautiously and a message popped up.

Welcome to Custodis Academy, it read.

This device is your guide to Custodis Academy, commonly known as the 'C-Box'. C-Box has identified you as 'Clarissa Fairchild'.

On this box you will find all the things you need to properly assimilate with life at Custodis Academy. Your timetable is available and you will start lessons tomorrow.

C-Box also has the ability to send messages to other students, store data, access the internet, and can be used as a planner.

As a new student, your roommate will become your guide for the next few weeks.

Thank you, and welcome to Custodis Academy.

Weird, I thought. And apparently I had to start lessons tomorrow. That would suck.

I opened the menu, (it was a touch screen apparently) and looked up my timetable. Tomorrow read like this.

Wednesday Timetable

0500 Wake Up

0515 Five Kilometre Run

0600 Breakfast, Dining Hall

0630 Roll Call

0640 Physical Training, Obstacle Course

0700 Assembly, Main Hall

0730 Lesson 1: Espionage, Room 27

0900 Lesson 2: Physical Combat, Hall 6

1030 Lesson 3: Languages, Room 56

1200 Lunch, Dining Hall

0100 Lesson 4: Advanced Programming, Computer Lab 7

0230 Break

0300 Lesson 5: Maths C, Room 22

0430 Free Time

0600 Dinner, Dining Hall

0700 Free Time

0900 Lights Out

I groaned. I would be up for about sixteen hours, and nine and half of those hours were school!

The rest of the days read about the same although the lessons varied. Apparently we had two 'normal' subjects a day and three spy subjects.

The only thing I was really looking forward to tomorrow was whooping everyone's butts tomorrow in combat. When most people saw me, they only saw my size and automatically thought me as weak. They usually regretted that.

I read over my timetable a couple more times to memorise it and looked at the time. It was 4:32. School was out, and people would probably be making their way here any minute.

No sooner had that thought crossed my mind then footsteps were heard coming down the hallway. The sound of girls chatting loudly reached my ears and I grimaced. I really hated gossipy girls and this place, with no time away, would probably be even worse.

About twenty doors opened at the same time, including mine and I looked up as a tall girl entered the room.

She was beautiful, the kind of ethereal beauty that you hate and wish you had at the same time. She was tall, I mean really tall, and I could tell she would probably tower above me. Her Long black hair was tied into a high ponytail and adorned with a red flower. I surveyed her clothes, which were surprisingly simple. A plain black short jumpsuit with a black belt, that could probably hold any number of things, black sneakers and a small blue jewel sewn into the chest pocket just above the silver school logo. It was the school uniform. It was better than I had expected.

In the few seconds it had taken me to survey her she had turned around and I looked up to see her staring at me, icy blue eyes widened in surprise.

"Hi," I said confidently, and stood up to face her. I stuck out my hand.

She looked at me for a couple more seconds, and I lowered my hand slowly.

"Ummm…." She started. "Who are you?"

I looked up in surprise; I hadn't expected her to not know that I was at least coming.

"I'm Clary, your new roommate." I answered. Her face was still confused.

"I didn't know I was getting a new roommate." She said slowly.

"Well…" I retorted. "I didn't know I was going to have to share a room with someone who obviously doesn't want me here."

I turned away from her and was about to jump on the bed when she called me back.

"Wait!" I turned to her and looked at her expectantly.

"I'm sorry. It's just a bit of a surprise, I didn't expect any new students coming," she said slowly.

I looked at her for a couple more seconds and then my face broke into a wide smile.

"Ok, let's just start again," I said. "Hello, my name's Clary. I'm new here and your new roommate. And you are?"

She smiled back at me. "Hi Clary, I'm Izzy. I absolutely love what you've done with the place."

I nodded and looked at her, a serious expression on my face.

"I just need to ask you one serious question." I looked at her and she nodded. "Are you a morning person?" I asked slowly.

She looked at me in confusion before bursting out laughing.

"Hell no!" she managed to say when she finally got her breath back.

We chatted for a couple more minutes before she looked at me with a panicked expression.

"SHIT!" she shouted. "I completely forgot. My bros are supposed to come over in a couple more minutes."

"So what's the problem?" I asked.

"Because," she said as if it was obvious. "My brothers are hugely competitive, and I usually set a trap for them when they come in because they are always trying to prove their better than me."

I smirked. "No problem, when should they be here?"

"Umm… like right now." She answered.

I nodded and walked over to the door. I positioned myself so that whoever opened the door would be unable to see me. Sure enough, in a couple minutes the doorknob turned minutely.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the door opened and a hand shot out… which I promptly grabbed and pulled. A body shot into the room and in milliseconds I had him pinned on the ground.

He was gorgeous. That much was obvious. Golden curls framed his angled face. His tanned skin perfectly coordinated with the black uniform (the boy's was slightly different. Just black shorts and a black shirt.) Golden eyes stared at me in surprise.

"You're not Izzy?" his melodious voice asked. Wait, I seriously did not think that.

"No shit Sherlock," I smirked at him, keeping him pinned. His eyes widened at the position he had found himself in.

"You know, I usually know the girl's name before we're in this position." He desperately tried to win back his superiority.

I stood up in one fluid movement and held out my hand to help him up.

"Clary." I introduced. "The girl who just kicked your ass." I smiled sweetly. And was surprised when he smirked, his eyes on something behind me.

Just in time I grabbed the person who had been sneaking up on me and threw him over my shoulder to the ground.

"Nice try," I said and turned to Izzy. She was looking at me in absolute wonder. I smirked.

I looked back to the boys, who were picking themselves up. They had similar looks of disbelief on their faces.

I could now see the other boy clearly. He resembled Izzy a lot, with the same black hair and blue eyes.

Izzy walked forward between me and the two boys.

"Guys," she started. "This is Clary, my new roommate and the girl that just kicked your asses. Clary, this is my brother Alec and my other manwhore of a brother, Jace."

Yes, I know the last bit was crappy. I get it. But I really wanted to kick Jace's ass a bit.

Clary is a bit OOC, I get it, but honestly she's really annoying when she's weak and shy and I wanted her to be confident and strong in this. Jace's ego will most definitely take a beating.

Feel free to point out any spelling or grammar mistakes. Knowing me there'll be a lot of them. Thank God for spell check.

Any unanswered questions will most probably be answered in the next chappie which will be in Jace's POV.

Till then,

~BookNerd7~