I would like to thank a fabulous book geek (who would fit in my circle of friends I'll tell you that now) called (on ) As she helped correct my spellings and if you have checked my account you would know that I'm dyslexic and have trouble spelling. So thank you so much Flora as you have helped me improve the quality of my work. Ill check out your works of pure awesomeness I swear!

When I went to the Academy -yes I'm a legend for getting in, and yes my parents are rich, no they didn't bribe the place- me and my (least) favourite teacher had a discussion a bit like this;
Teacher: Clarissa would you like to tell the class what you think of 'Pride and Prejudice'?
Me: ...
Teacher: Clarissa?
Me: Huh?
Teacher:would you like to tell the class what you think of 'Pride and Prejudice'? *Sigh* And stop drawing.
Me: I read 'pride and prejudice and zombies' and I think the main characters were the zombies since they were in or mentioned in all the scenes. *deadly serious* It was fantastic.
Teacher: ...
Me: ...
Teacher: You didn't read the book did you?
Me: ...*pulls sorry face*
Teacher: *sign* Simon?
Simon: ...
Teacher: You as well? Did anyone read the book?
*everyone other then me and Simon put their hands up...I mean Simon and I*
Teacher: you two have detention.
Simon/Me: Nooo. Please!
Teacher: see you at three o'clock

As you can tell I don't like to do exactly what I'm told. I do eventually which is why I ended up with a book imprint on my face during the (not so) fabulous detention. The dream was horrible again. Gruesome. The worst its ever been which is why I ended up in a Crazy ward of the hospital with Luke holding my hand. I swear I was cold. not scared pshhhhhh *cue fake laughter*.

At home I was trying to make coffee, and I promise machines do not like me, when I got a really bad head ache and collapsed, smacking it, literally full blown whacked it, against the stone work surface and I just curled up in a ball and cried. that's hoe I ended up in the 'Institute' or as I call it 'the institute for both the mentally ill and the teens who are just plain crazy like me'. Its so original I had to explain to my mother that I'm crazy not mentally ill. There is a difference.

So here I am at the dark, Foreboding stone structure that was blanketed in the greenest ivy and brightest flowers of more colours than you could ever imagine. Even me and here I am at the dark wooden door holding an easel the same height as me. that's not hard to imagine though as I'm quite short.

I knocked. the sound echoing through the courtyard. the door creaked open and there stood a beautiful golden-haired boy not much older then me.
'You must be Clary! I'm Jace! Welcome to the Wacko house.' His voice was beautiful. But I still can not get over door knobs. Jeez who named them.