The Club

Chapter One~ Clary

^^^^^^^^^^^^Clary above ^^^^^^^^^^^^

Clary Fray's POV

I crept down the stairs trying not to make any noise, I couldn't be caught today.

It was my first day at my new school.

I made it. I was down the stairs without them creaking, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a banana and a lighter I quickly put them in my bag and turned to leave.

"Where you think you're going?!" Valentine yelled as he stood in my way, blocking the door with his large slumped frame.
An empty bottle of vodka hung from his hand, displaying what his choice of activity had been for the evening.

"I have school" I muttered trying to sound confident in my words but failing.

His nose flared and his eyes narrowed on to me. 

"You aren't going to any poxy school, you were born for a reason. To do the shit I don't want to do" His tone was deadly and his comments stung but it was nothing I wasn't used to.
This conversation was a daily occurrence.

"NOW!" he yelled throwing the glass bottle at me, the bottle smashed next to my head luckily I wasn't cut. How could I explain that at school?

"I will get it." I snarled then ran out of the shack we call home.

I ran from the building and set off to school on my skateboard, I took the main road and skated down the centre jut to piss everyone off. I had a bad morning, now so will everyone else.

The car behind me beeped the horn and yelled profanities from his window. I laughed to myself at how angry I had made him.

I arrived at the drive way to school, how boring. I skated up the road and jumped the banisters, I landed then pushed the doors open and skated in to the school and down the corridor.
Pushing kids into their lockers as I did so and skated to the large office marked
'head teacher'
I entered without knocking and skated to the front of his desk.

"I'm Clary Fray the new student" I said handing the startled teacher my papers.

"Okay Clary...firstly no skating indoors, secondly knock before entering and here is your schedule. You may leave now."  He motioned for me to leave.

What a dick. I grabbed the schedule from him and skated out of the room. Looks like my first lesson is history how boring. I rolled my eyes at the schedule and stuffed it in my pocket.

I walked into the lesson and sat at the back without a word to the teacher. "1. Who are you and 2. That is not the correct uniform you are not meant to customize it."  A vain in her forehead throbbed as she yelled.

I raised an eyebrow and smirked at the pathetic words of the teacher.

I lazily crossed my legs on the table.

"Name's Clary, I'm new. As for my uniform, this is all I will where, it's either my altered uniform or my naked ass on this chair which would you prefer?" I lazily said.

I was dressed in black hot pants, knee high socks, a black v neck top, with the sanctioned which shirt over, unbuttoned. And the grey and white tie tied loosely around my neck. On my feet I wore a battered pair of converse. And I wore my old leather jacket over the outfit.

Technically I was wearing most of the uniform, just not correctly.

"Just do the work on the board" the teacher sighed clearly giving up on before she knew me. Oh how refreshing *insert sarcasm here*

I scoffed at her comment and lay my head on the table and tried to sleep through the boredom of this lesson, I mean who needs to know about the slave trade?

What an idiot. I can't believe she could possibly think I would do work.

She is in for a rude awakening.

I got up from my desk and opened the window; luckily we were on the ground floor.

I glanced at the teacher. She was still writing on the board.

The class where all watching my movements in shock

I shrugged my shoulders and jumped out of the window.

I landed in a crouch in the grass.

I leant on the wall, looking up at the window bay with a smirk, knowing I could jump from way higher with ease.

I lit up  a cigarette and took a deep drag.

When my cigarette was finished I stubbed it out on the wall

And put my hand on the ledge and pulled myself up into the room.

I climbed into the room and sat back in my chair. The teacher was still facing the board; I smirked in victory, where as everyone in the class stared at me, dumb struck. Oblivious to how I got away with it.

I rolled my eyes. Armatures.

After class I walked to the hall way, and pulled the fire alarm, wanting to see what reaction I would get.

To my surprise everyone started running like their really was a fire.

Seriously, could this school get any more wimpy? I huffed. And wandered around the now empty corridors.

The students ran fast.

What was going on in this school, everyone was about as interesting as watching paint dry.

I lazily walked out of the building to join the people waiting in lines in the tennis courts.

This place is like a training camp. What the hell.

Everyone turned to me. As I walked to the lines and the teachers where glaring accusingly at me

I smirked at the reaction.

"What." I taunted.

"That's it, you have been here for 1 hour and you already been more disruptive than most pupils that have been here a year. You have Saturday detention! Welcome to the breakfast club" he resorted nasally.

If anything this was a good thing at least I would have a legitimate excuse for being out of the house, but seriously? A whole day? No wonder everyone here is like a soldier in battle-stood up straight and pristine.

"Sure see ya their Dick I bet you can't wait to spend whole day with all of this" I said lazily gesturing to my magnificent self.

His anger dropped, and he suddenly realized that he would in fact have to spend a whole day with me. Let's just say he didn't look joyous.

I raised my eye brow at his expression, and then wandered off towards the woods.
Ignoring the stunned silence from the school.