Edited on the 13/12/15

Clary was awoken to Jon gently shaking her awake. "You alright Clary, ready for the day?"

Clary nodded, "Yeah yeah, I just want to go back to sleep actually."

"You always want to."

"Yeah I guess I do, now get out so I can get dressed."

Jon threw his pillow at Clary who stuck out her tongue and pushed the door closed with her foot. She pulled herself out of bed and selected some black skinny jeans with rips in them, a white teeshirt and her black converse to get dressed into, and hurried into the shower. She stripped off her clothing and jumped under the warm water, marvelling in the feeling of it cascading over her back. After she had finished washing her hair she got out and wrapped her hair up, throwing on her clothes. She applied minimal makeup and threw her hair up into a messy bun before going downstairs for breakfast.

"Can I get a proper good morning now Clary?"

"Dream on Jon," Clary said jokingly as she turned the coffee machine on. At that moment her mum; Jocelyn, rushed down the stairs.

"Morning guys, how did you sleep?"

Clary sighed, "Same as always."

"Clary, don't worry. You will over come this."

"I know, I know."

"Love you sweetie."

"You too mum."

Jocelyn kissed Jon and Clary on the cheek and rushed out the door in her over alls and paint splattered tee shirt. She was a part time art teacher at a local university, and in her spare time ran her own art shop where she sold paintings. Clary was glad that she inherited her mothers talent of drawing; even if it wasn't quite as good.

Clary took out two mugs and made a cup each for her and her brother, and they both sipped them while waiting for bagels to toast.

"Nervous Clare?"

"Nah, being a Junior isn't that big of a deal is it? Besides, my brother's a senior, he can look after me."

"Is he devilishly attractive?"

Clary pretended to be deep in thought. "Nope."

"I am offended."

"Good to hear. Now, bagel?"

"Is that even a question?"

"Fine, here you go." She gulped down her coffee and grabbed her own bagel in her hand, collected up her bag and left the house to wait by Jon's car. He came out a moment later and unlocked the car for her. The drive to school was silent, faint music coming from the radio.

"Ready Clary?" Jon asked as he pulled into the school parking lot.

Clary sighed, "Do I have a choice."

"Nope."

"You're such a dork, come on. Let's get this over with."

Jon grinned and the siblings got out of the car, separating into their own groups. Jon with the populars, and Clary with Simon and Maia. Those two, and Jon, were the only people at the school beside the principle who knew what had happened when she was little.

"Hey guys, how were your holidays?"

"Yeah pretty good, how were yours?"

"Yeah, didn't do much."

Simon smiled, "Mine were good."

Maia snorted, "I think your's were too good."

Simon blushed, so Maia turned to Clary to fill her in. "He got a girlfriend in Florida, and apparently she's moving here."

"Si, that's awesome!"

"Thanks Clary! She's really nice, I think you'll like her."

"If she hasn't been made up." Maia snorted out, causing the girls to start laughing.

"Hey! I wouldn't tell you if she had been made up! I never did be-" be broke off, causing the girls to laugh harder about the before part.

"Don't worry Si, we're just kidding. Anyway, is she a only child?"

"Nah, she has three brothers."

"Three? Damn! How are you still alive, I would have thought they'd like beat you up!"

"Yeah, so did I, although one of them is 9 and loves me, so I wasn't worried about him."

"Fair enough. Come on, lets go to the office." The group moved into the school building and went to the office, saying their names and asking for their schedules.

Maia groaned, "I have P.E to start with."

Clary studied her schedule, reasonably happy with what she had; English, Maths, History, P.e, Lunch, and then art and music to finish off. Next semester she would have science instead of history. They studied their timetables together, and found they only had History and Maths all together, but Clary had Music and Art with Simon as well. They were all pretty happy with what they had, and rushed off to their classes as a warning bell went off. Clary slid into a seat in the middle row, trying not to attract attention. Class was about to start when a new girl who could pass for a model walked in, her long dark hair swishing around her, and her brown eyes sweeping the room for seats. She stopped on the one next to Clary and narrowed her eyes, making a beeline for her table. Clary was a bit scared, the new girl looked very intimidating but was pleasantly surprised.

"Hey, I'm Isabelle but everyone calls me Izzy or Iz. Can I sit here?"

"Yeah, sure. I'm Clary."

"So, Clary, how long have you been to school here?"

"Since my freshman year."

"That's cool. I move around a lot, but apparently we're staying here until I graduate, which is awesome! I need to find proper friends this time, not disposable trash like usual."

Clary nodded, and turned to face foward as Mr. Aldertree walked in.

"New year, new record. Do not stuff it up early on." A typical encouraging speech from Mr. Aldertree.

Clary rolled her eyes and zoned out as Mr. Aldertree talked about what they would be studying that year. The only thing that Clary paid attention to was that they were studying shakespeare this term. Just as Clary was opening her sketchpad to draw, Isabelle nudged her arm.

"What's your schedule like?"

She showed Isabelle what she had, and was surprised to find that she would have all of her classes except for art with her.

"Awesome, at least I'll know someone in my classes." Isabelle said with a grin. Clary nodded and returned to doodling in her sketchpad. Finally, the bell rang ending English. Clary collected her stuff up and motioned for Isabelle to follow her to their maths classroom.

"So Isabelle, do you know anyone else here?"

"Um, I think I might but I'm not quite sure."

"Oh ok. So, do you have any siblings?"

"Yeah, three brothers. What about you?"

"Yeah an older brother, he's a senior."

"Yeah two of mine are and the other is only nine."

"You wouldn't happen to know Simon Lewis would you?" Clary asked as they entered their classroom.

"Yeah, I met him over the summer, and he asked me out. Why?"

"He's one of my best friends. He told us about you, but we thought he made you up."

Isabelle snorted. "Yeah, he doesn't really seem like the girlfriend type."

"Definitely not." Clary grinned.

A/N I got such an amazing response for the last chapter, thank you all so much you're honestly the best! Sorry for the delay, and I promise my chapters will get longer. Please R/R, I love hearing your thoughts! I am a girl, comment what gender you are! (Someone asked me and it's an interesting question; no obligation to answer of course.) Thanks for reading!

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