Chapter 2

"Clary! Hurry up!"

I would know that scream anywhere, I think anyone would.

It is the scream of stressed parent trying to get you out of bed in the morning.

I don't understand why school needs to start so early. It's obvious that everyone hates getting up this early, even the teachers. It just adds to the stresses of life.

I groaned and I pulled the covers back over my head as if the world would forget about me if I hid away, but sadly that's not how it goes.

"Clary!" It was mum again."Clary, Simon leaves in 20 minutes!"

"Shit!" Well, if that doesn't get you up then I don't think anything will.

I scrambled out of bed, only to feel a wave of dizziness wash over me. "Oops, forgot." Ever since 'The Incident', I would get sudden brain thingies. I know, thingies could be anything. I just can't remember the word. When the doctors are talking about it, I try to pretend that I'm somewhere else, so I don't really hear what they are saying.

" Shit, shit shit." I don't know about you but having twenty minutes to get ready when you are a teenage girl is not possible. There is a long list of what must be done.

It's not like guys who can throw on anything and not give a shit, unless you are Magnus Bane of course. Girls' outfits must be up to date with the latest fashion trends and must go with your hair and eyes.

When I first went to High School, I thought it was just don't wear anything that's dirty, but no. If you wear one thing that's wrong, you get called the 'Fashion Disaster' for at least three months and no one will have a decent conversation with you without bringing up that one time you slipped up. It's unfair and fucked up but hey, that's society acceptance for you.

The one thing I'm glad about is that I don't have to wear makeup. Thankfully, I literally have no pores or spots so puberty was a breeze for me. It also saves me an extra hour in the bathroom that some spend trying to put their makeup on at the perfect on a morning like this is a good thing because the words 'makeup' and 'five minutes' do not exist in the same sentence.

I literally jumped into my closet to find a decent outfit which was quite an achievement because my wardrobe is literally a jungle. I grabbed the closest thing to me. A green lacey top, a pair of black ripped jeans and a black leather jacket. Let's put one thing straight. I am not Emo, I just like black and it goes with everything.

I threw on my outfit and brushed my bush of ginger hair and pulled two strands of it back behind my face. I picked up my rucksack and my swim bag and ran downstairs.

When I stumbled into the kitchen Simon was sitting there practically flirting with my mum. I rolled my eyes. "Hey Fray, what took you so long?"

Mum then turned around and mock slapped me." Sleeping Beauty didn't arise from her slumber until ten minutes ago!"

Simon tutted and shook his head in mock disappointment.

" Shame on you Mrs Fray. I get up an hour early to come and drive your sorry ass to school and this his how you repay me?"

" Simon," I giggled, " you live five houses down the street, I hardly think you need a whole hour to come and get me."

" You would understand if you had my van. I have to turn the key for forty five minutes just to get it started!"

" Well you wouldn't have that problem if you had bought the car your mum suggested instead of getting the 'Real Vintage' van that breaks down every half mile and sounds like mum when she has a cough. And you know how bad that is. No offence mum."

I looked at mum apologetically but she just rolled her eyes and shoved us out the door.

" See you later guys, love you!"

" A real mum wouldn't shove her daughter and her best friend out of the house."

Mum winked at me through the letterbox and said, " Tough luck! I'm the only one you've got! Bye Pumpkin!"

I groaned at the use of one of my least favourite nicknames. I heard Simon snicker behind me and I punched him hard on the shoulder. " Ow!"

" You're pathetic, you know that?"

Simon clutched his heart in mock hurt. "Excuse me, I'm not the one nicknamed 'Pumpkin'."

"Oh I'm sorry, at least I didn't name myself 'Flabba the Butt'."

Simon grimaced. " Not one of my best moments."

"I wasn't aware that you had any best moments."

Simon slow clapped. "Solid burn Fray. I may need some Aloe Vera because that hurt."

I bowed and looked at my phone. "Shit! We are five minutes late for Professor Hodge's class!"

Simon paled and scrambled into his van and for good reason. That guy could make any constipated person shit his pants. Simon shoved the keys into the car and turned the keys desperately. " No, no no no. This can't be happening!"

I gulped. "Ok we have good news and bad news."

I breathed in slowly and said," Give me the bad news first."

Simon closed his eyes and said,"Erm, we are going to have to sprint to school which is at least several blocks away."

"And the good news?"

Simon hesitated then suddenly perked up. " There's pizza for lunch today!"

" Well that's great." My voice was thick with sarcasm." Problem is, if we are even more late for Mr Hodge's class then we already are, there won't be any pizza for lunch. There will be one thing...detention."

Simon and I looked at each other and simultaneously jumped out of the car, slammed the doors shut and took off at a sprint.

We ran the whole way down Brooklyn and all I could hear was the pounding of my heart and the frustrated cries of some old lady that Simon ran into.

"Clary," Simon panted, " I can't keep going."

" I thought you said that you ran!"

" I can run! Just not for more then twenty seconds!"

I groaned and looked around me. Blast you Simon! Why couldn't you be obsessed about your fitness like every other guy in high school?

I looked around desperately for something, anything. My eyes landed on a shopping trolley that was parked up by the side of a building. I didn't need to think twice.

I rushed up and grabbed it, ignoring the protests of the angry shopper. I signalled to Simon to get in. He gave me a look that said, No fucking return, I shoved him into the trolley and started off down the street.

" Clary, if anyone else sees me I will never be able to show my face in public again."

I snorted. " As if. Remember there was that disco at the club that was 'dress up', but no one was going dressed up but you did anyway. As fucking Chewbaca! "

Simon turned around as if to slap me but he was thrown off balance as I dodged one of those dogs that look like a rat on a lead.

Finally, we turned the last corner and I could see the school. "Almost there," I panted. But suddenly I felt an agonising pain in my chest.

Oh no, I thought, not now. It felt like someone had grabbed my heart and twisted it until the top of my heart was in line with my gut. The last time I felt this was that night. The night of ' The Incident'.

I remember that I was up late reading and I had just finished the book that I was on. The ending was so sad that I ended up crying because nearly everyone died.

Then I felt it.A pain that was so great that it was as if my heart was being ripped out of my chest. Then I started to scream.

Screaming felt like it was the only way I could relieve myself of the pain. I screamed until Mum and Luke came rushing in. I screamed the whole way to the hospital and I screamed when the doctors tried to touch me.

In the end they had to sedate me. I'm glad they did. I thought that I was dying and I was afraid.

I let go of the trolley and it and Simon went crashing into a wall. The world started to slow down, like people say it does when you are in a fight.

I slowly crumpled to the ground. I tried to put my hands out to soften the fall but I was too slow.

I hit the ground hard, jarring my shoulder. I rolled onto my back and I lay there writhing in agony.

I looked up at the pale blue sky trying to take in every bit of it. I didn't want my pain to be the last thing I experienced so I drank in every detail.

The swirl of the clouds, the tiny shade differences and the birds that flew effortlessly across my vision.

Suddenly the pain stopped, as if it had never started. I lay there dazed until I felt someone shaking my shoulder.

Simon.

" Clary, God, Clary. Are you ok, say something!"

"I'm ok Simon." My voice sounded cracked and raspy in my throat.

" You fell and you started to have some sort of fit and-"

" I'm ok Simon, really."

Simon fell back onto his ankles and breathed a sigh of relief as I sat up. " Do you want me to call your Mum?"

I thought for a moment. " No. I don't want to worry her and I'm fine now."

"Are you sure? Because what would worry her most is not knowing."

"Yes, I'm sure. There's nothing anyone can do to help me so I might as well get on with it.

"I'll help you. You don't have to go through this alone." Simon looked at me worriedly as if waiting for a response.

"I know."

Simon smiled at me. He's one of the only people who actually let me decide for myself.

Simon checked his watch and sighed. " Hope you aren't hungry because it's going to be lunchtime detention for us."

I groaned and Simon helped me back onto my feet and together we walked towards the school gates and up the steps that led to the front door. Simon gave me an encouraging smile and we walked side by side into the building.

Disclaimer:

Obviously, I don't own The Mortal Instruments series or any other series by Cassandra Clare.

I'm sorry I have updated. I was on holiday in Scotland and there I no Wifi In the Highlands. This has been my first chance to post since I got back. I promise to update more regularly.

Thanks to everyone who suggested ideas for the list. The full contents of the List will be coming up in the next few chapters.

Now random question. Does anyone here love LA Devotee?

If not, tell me your favourite song and ill maybe listen to it and include it in one of the chapters.

Over and out.