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Summary - AU - When Clary, a teenager, becomes a victim of cyber-bullies, she and her mother move to a new place. However, her traumatic past haunts their lives. Starting over at a new school, romantic interests and the poignant lessons from an eccentric history teacher draw them out of seclusion until they realize confronting a hurtful past is essential to ensure a brighter future.CLARY

I wake up that Monday reluctantly. The day before had been the best one I'd had in months – no one outside the window, yelling at me and calling me things that left me in tears for hours. It was going to be my first day at a new school – and I didn't know what would happen.
"Clary! We're going to be late!" Mum yells from the kitchen.
"I'm coming!" I yell back, and quickly put on my hoodie and run out.
Mum looks at me. "Are you sure you don't want to wear something a little nicer?"
I sigh inside my head. "No mum, I don't."
She sighs too. "Okay. You ready?" she smiles at me, one of those encouraging sighs.
"Sure," I say with a forced smile on my face. The truth is, I'm not ready. Not ready to start a new chapter of my life here, not ready to act like someone I'm not.
She sees through it. "It's going to be fine."
I put on that smile again. "Yeah. It's just another school."
She comes and hugs me. "I love you okay?"
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"Okay stop. This is close enough."
"What, here?"
We're in the car, and I can just see the school coming up at the top of the slope. I don't want to be seen around with mum, don't want anyone to know that she's my mother. That was also part of the reason I didn't take drama. I didn't want to be known as 'that girl', the teacher's pet just because she was her daughter. I was going to try and act like I didn't know her at all, for as much time as possible. She knew that, and she had agreed too. None of us wanted a repeat of the last year.
"Clary, that's a bit extreme." To be fair she's right. We're almost a quarter mile away from the school. But I had to take extreme measures.
"Mom, it's not worth the risk okay?"
She gives me THAT LOOK.
I slam the door and get out. The only person in a twenty mile radius who knows me, and I'm fighting with her too. Great. Just great. I walk up the slope.

JOCELYN

I drop Clary off where she wanted to get off. I wasn't going to argue with her on her first day at a new school, and especially not after what she'd been through. I did think what she was doing was a little bit too much, but it just wasn't worth the risk, like she said. I pull into the teachers' parking.
A rusty red and white van pulls into the next spot. I'm taking out my bag from the car when I see the man who steps out of it. He doesn't seem to notice me, but I can't take my eyes off him. He's wearing a long faded white t shirt with a loose brown sleeveless jacket. And to top off the queerness, I could swear that he's muttering something like fights and death. Is this what all the teachers at this school are going to be like?
I decide to let off judging him, and try to get to know him a little, maybe get to know someone here.
"Hello," I say. He ignores me, or is possibly too lost in his own world to hear me.
I try again. "Here, you dropped this," I say, picking up a bag that fell from the enormous black garbage bag he was carrying.
He looks at me strangely. "Thanks," he says, and then walks away. And this time I was sure he was muttering 'a fight to the death' and I caught a 'kill 'em all' too. Huh. People are weird. But I liked him.

CLARY

I'm walking up the slope, hands in my pockets, looking down, and thinking about what I would do if someone there knew about the page. That was all I did now, wondering whether the next person I would meet would call me names. I almost don't see the red jeep heading right for me. I stop. In the middle of the road. The guy in the driver's seat looks at me like who is this idiot, and his girlfriend or whatever next to him gives me a look worse than that. Like her eyes are sending me a message – you're a loser, and don't belong here. The guy honks. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes. "Want to move?" I snap out of it and move to one side. As they drive away, the girl leans out of the open side and says, "Nice hoodie!" with that smile on her face. The pitying one. I do not want pity. I do not need pity. I wipe all traces of the tears from my eyes and walk away.
As I reach the parking lot, I hear a swear, and a bunch of papers fall down. I'm walking away, as I don't want to do anything I don't need to, when I look up and see another guy there. Not the kind that I just saw, the so called 'popular' one. He looks like one of the nice ones, the ones who everyone bullies, and yet is always ready to help. I bend down and help him pick up the papers. He looks at me with a surprised look. "Oh. Thanks?" I nod to him and walk to the school.

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-ExterminateTheButterflies