Scandals Aren't All Bad

Maybe I like clumsy

Clarke's Pov
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Clarke's alarmclock rang loudly as she groaned. She had completely forgotten what day it was. Her alarm continued to ring annoyingly next to her bed on her drawer.

"Clarke! Get up!"

She heard a familiar voice shout, and a knock on her bedroom door. She opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the bright light from the sun that was blasting in from her bedroom window.

She peered towards her door and she saw the knob start to turn but stopped midway. Clarke just remembered that she had locked the door, the previous night.

"Clarke, honey, why did you lock the door?" Her mother, Abby called from the other side.

Clarke grunted in response to her mothers' question. She suddenly realized her alarm was still blasting with a high pitched noise so she pushed a button at the top of the alarm clock, shutting it off. Silence filled her ears and she never thought she would love it that much.
"I'm up! I'm up mom. Sorry!"
Clarke called rubbing her eyes roughly. She sat up with a sigh and a glance around the large room.

"Okay, well, hurry up! You're going to be late for school and you know Mr. Pike doesn't like to wait."

Clarke didn't respond to her moms statement. She was right anyway. She listened to the footsteps that headed down the hall, until they were faint, then until she couldn't hear them anymore.

Clarke forced herself to her feet with effort. She for some reason, did not want to go to school. She could say she was sick, but then her mother Abby would do a check up on her and she would see through her lie. Since her mother was a doctor, she would easily be able to tell if she was sick or not. Either way, she would end up at Arkadia High school. Something was telling her to go to that school though. She felt some sort of pull to the school telling her that she must go to school that day. She decided to just go and see what was trying to get her to get to that school.

Clarke combed her hair, still dazed from her restless night. She had endless dreams. Some about her father, who had passed away a year and two months ago.
She then applied some light makeup. She didn't put much, but it was still noticeable. She didn't care about the whole "look" thing that occurred at her messed up school. She wasn't like much girls.
Unlike others, She cared about grades. She studied, did her homework, past her exams, and she was at the top of her class. This way, she would have a good looking future ahead of her.
She would get into a good collage, then things would lead out from there. She had applied to Medical school at the beginning of the year.
Clarke was in grade twelve. She was a senior so she had applied to a few collages in September.
She also applied to an art school. It was a really good collage but she figured her mom wouldn't approve so she didn't mention it.

Clarke had changed into black skinny jeans, slipped on some white converse, a gray T-shirt, along with a blue leather jacket.
she packed her bag, stuffing textbooks and notebooks inside.

"Clarke! Come on! I'm leaving!"

Clarke rolled her eyes annoyed by her mothers continous shouts from downstairs.

"I'm coming!"

Clarke unlocked her bedroom door, before rushing out with her bag. She shut her door after her, and walked to the bathroom.

"Clarke hurry up please! You're going to make me late for work! Not to mention you'll be late for ---"

"Yes I know mom! I'll be late for school! I'm trying to move as fast T as I can!" She shouted back and set her bag handing on the hook behind the bathroom door.

She grabbed her toothbrush and tooth paste, starting to brush her teeth. After a minute, she wiped her mouth with a towel next to the sink and she grabbed her bag, slipping it onto her shoulder.

Clarke ran down the carpeted steps, nearly tripping down the last few stairs. Her mother was waiting by the door watching Clarke amused.

"Hurry up the pace but don't hurt yourself."

"Well excuse me." Clarke grumbled mockingly which just made her mom stiffle a laugh. Clarke walked to the kitchen, grabbing an apple out of the fruit bowl, then she rushed over to her mom who started to head out of the front door.

Clarke ran out after her, pulling her own keys out, and locked the door, pulling her key out of the lock. She ran to her mothers' van and got into the passenger seat, shutting the car door turning towards her mother who had her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"What." Clarke gave her a small innocent, shy smile.

That made Abby smile with a scoff.
Abby jabbed her car key into the lock, and started the car.
Clarke slipped on her seat belt, drumming her fingers on her knees.
Her mother drove in silence and Clarke turned the radio up. The song Brave, by Sara Bareilles began to play. This was one of Clarke's favorite songs, not to forget it was her ringtone as well.

She began to dance and lipsinc to the song and her mom glanced over with a smirk playing on her lips.

Five minutes later, they arrived at Clarke's high school. Her mom pulled into the parking lot, and Clarke took her seat belt off turning towards her mom.

"Have a good day sweetie." Her mom set a hand on her leg and she forced a nod, opening the car door and slipped out without a single word.

She didn't hesitate to walk away from that van without looking back. Clarke then heard the tires of her moms car drive out of the parking lot and that's when she turned around. She saw the car turn a corner until it was out of sight.

[ Part one ]
[ please let me know what you think of it. This is my first fan fiction I'm posting online. [ not the first one I've written before ] but feedback would be great! ]