TMI High

Chapter 1 - first day of freshman year

CLARY

I've been getting ready for this day for a few weeks now and I'm still not ready for it. I have no clue what it's going to be like, what the popular kids will be like. What I'll be like. One thing I know for sure is that I'll always have Simon. I've called him at least ten times already about tomorrow and I feel like I will again, if not all night.

"Clary, seriously you're going to be fine" Simon said on the phone with a little annoyance in his voice.

"I'm still not convinced, what if something really bad happens? What if I make a fool out of myself, what then huh?" I reply rhetorically.

"The worst thing that could happen is that you drop your books in front of a hot guy and you can't stop staring at him because well he's too hot for you."

"Considering how clumsy I am, it'll probably happen."

"Well at least you'll find your soulmate."

"What do you mean? How will I?" I ask really confused as to how he knew it could happen and to why he thought that.

"It's literally in every movie I've had to watch with you, the beautiful, smart girl thinks she's ugly and geeky girl doesn't look where she's going and drops everything she has in the hall in front of the schools hottest most popular guy, they start dating and live happily ever after."

"Movies Simon, only in movies."

"You didn't deny that you weren't the girl I was talking about." He said, I could tell he was smiling from ear to ear.

"I'm going to bed." I said and rolled my eyes remembering he can't actually see me and try not to laugh.

"Fine, I'll see you tomorrow. Night Clary."

"Night Simon" and with that the call ended and I changed into my night wear which was nothing special, just shorts and a tank top and fell asleep. Not having a second thought of what Simon said about the whole movie theory.

After my alarm going off at around 6:30 am I didn't feel as worried as I did the night before. I took a quick but still relaxing shower and then realised I hadn't picked out something to wear.
"Damn it, I need to look good." I said not noticing it said it out loud, not that I really cared about looking good for anyone. Just wanted to make a good first impression of whoever I'll meet.

I decided to wear a skirt for what feels like the first time in years, well maybe it was and found my favourite dark red pencil skirt which surprisingly still fits. I then looked through my top drawer to find the perfect long sleeved grey cotton top which I pushed the sleeves up half way to my elbows. I had to borrow a pair of my moms black tights since I'd never needed to wear them but I wasn't going to school bare legged. I didn't feel comfortable like that, I also found simple silver necklace that stopped right in the middle of my chest. I picked up my brown combat boots and walked over to the mirror to lightly add make up. Before I started applying my make up I took a minute to look at the outfit I picked out. It wasn't like something I would wear but at the same time it was. You could say it was the girly side of me and I liked it. I only put on mascara, some eyeliner and a glossy nude lip colour to keep it natural. My hair was naturally wavy so I didn't need to do much with it as I thought it fitted well with my outfit. It was now 7:30 and I headed downstairs for breakfast, which I could smell from all the way up here.
Pancakes and syrup. The best way to start any day.

After breakfast I almost ran upstairs to collect my bag that hung on my right shoulder which had the essentials. Some note pads, pens, pencils and of course my sketch pad. I literally can't go anywhere without. I said my goodbyes to my mom and Luke with a few 'good lucks' and 'you'll be fine' before heading to school. I had texted Simon to meet him at the gates but he got caught up with family drama that he'll fill me in on later so I decided to go up and retrieve my timetable for the year and my locker number for the next four years.