It started off as a normal day at Herondale High. Kids gathered at their lockers, the girls talking about boys and make up, while the boys talk about sports and girls.

The cheerleaders are gathered around the foot-ball players, twirling their hairs trying to seem sexy and flirty hoping one of the jocks would fall in love with them. Their considered the 'Popular Clique', the 'Bullies' of the school. They don't tolerate someone trying to show them up, trying to prove their better, and they definitely don't tolerate nerds, the lower class, as you wish.

They push them in lockers, throw them in garbage cans. Sometimes they'll go as far as beat up the poor kid until he's crying mommy, and runs all the way home.

Their all viscous, only caring about their kind. I guess you could say, Herondale High was a typical high school, just like any other. We had the Jocks, the Cheerleaders, the Sluts, the Wannabee's, the Nerds, the Emo's and Goths, then they're were the kids who kept to themselves, the Loners.

Yes, today was just an ordinary day at Herondale High.

My names Clary, full name Clarissa Fairchild, but I preferred to be called Clary for short.

You might be wondering what category of stereotype I fall under, and that is the Loners I guess you should say. I only have one friend Simon, but he falls under the category of Nerds. He's great, we grew up together since kindergarten and so on. He's your typical nerd, he enjoys comic books, video games, envies the super heroes, just your typical American nerd. Now me, I can't really call me a loner, but I don't talk to anyone besides Simon. He is my best friend obviously.

But I do spend most my day sketching, day dreaming, praying that I graduate from this hell high and make a difference in the world. Yes, I have big expectation's for a girl only in grade eleven.

But enough about me, I probably look like a creep starring at everyone telling you all of this. Oh, crap yupe. Izzy noticed. She's a cheerleader, 'the Cheerleader'. She's the captain, sister of Alec Lightwood, and adopted sister of the school heart breaker, and quarter back on the foot-ball team, Jace Wayland.

"What are you looking at Fairchild?" Izzy screams across the hall to me, with a sneer on her face, as everyone turns to face me. I just look down embarrassed, slightly blushing at being caught.

"She's so weird." one of Izzy's posy whisper, but loud enough for me to hear. Oh yes, it's Danielle, why am I not surprised.

I then felt a arm wrap around my shoulder, pulling me closer to them, and I knew who it was once the familiar smell of axe fills my nose.

"Don't listen to the, they're all just air heads." Simon said, steering me away from the cheerleaders who were now being surrounded by the foot-ball players.

We walked to his locker, which sadly was just a little down the hall from where we were just standing, the laughter of said 'air heads' filling the halls.

"You should have came to the movies with the guys and I. It was a really good movie." Simon said, while gathering his books from his lockers.

"And what movie might that be, Legally Blond?" I joked, earning a push from him.

"One time, and I'm mocked about it forever." he mumbled, rolling his eyes while pushing his glasses up his nose before they fell off his face.

"And for your information we went to go see Resident Evil." he added, closing his locker, then leaning against it smirking down at me.

"I hate those kind of movies." I said wrinkling my nose.

"I know, but I thought going out would be much more exciting then sitting home alone, drawing." he said with a smirk. Just as the halls filled with even louder laughter, and a small thump as someone hit the ground.

I turned around just in time to see Aline Penhallow, the school's biggest nerd on the ground, with her book everywhere trying to pick them up as the kids kicked it around taunting her.

"Look where your going Smelly Ally." one of the cheerleaders sneered. Oh yea, I forgot to add that Aline kind of had a bad odder problem, but that was only because she was allergic to the deodorant or something like that, and when it touches her skin she breaks out into these gross hives and has to go to the hospital.

"Sorry." I heard Aline mumble while picking up one of her books that she managed to catch, but then it was quickly knocked out of her hand by Sebastian, Jace's best friend.

"God, what's that awful smell!" Jace said, as I noticed him for the first time standing there. Everyone in the hall laughed as Izzy took out a bottle of lemonade.

"Here, this should help." she said while dumping said lemonade on Aline's head. I watched as she closed her eyes as the liquid ran down her face, taking it all in.

She seemed to be shaking, and breathing in and out heavily. She must had been angry, I know I would have. Her eyes then connected with mine, sending a chill down my spine as I looked into her blood-shot eyes. Tears ran down her face, a look of betrayal on her face as she got up as fast as she could, then ran in the opposite direction of Simon and I, the sound of doors slamming open, and the mocking laughter of every student in the school.

"I feel sorry for her." I found myself saying, as I watched Simon shrug his shoulders.

"It happens to all of us. Her a little more. High school is like a jungle, we all have to find a way to survive and staying away from the popular clique's is a way to not end up like Aline." he said with a sad smile.

"I know, but I can't help but feel the need to help the girl." I said sadly, looking down the hall of where Aline had ran.

"We all feel sorry for whoever gets picked on, but it's the way of high school." he stated.

"Now I have to get to class. See you at lunch." he said, walking away leaving me at his locker by myself.

Yes, school was torture. Now you see why I want to get out of here as soon as possible.

I pulled my books closer to me, when I realized I had to walk past the jocks because my class was just down that hall.

I took a deep breath, said a quick prayer (hash just kidding), and then made my way down the hall.

I tried my best not to look at them, and just look forward at my door. I could see it and I was almost there, until someone blocked my way and had me walk right into them. Into their muscular chest.

"Shit." I mumbled, staggering back a little from the impact.

"Watch where your going." I heard that angelic voice every girl in the damn school flaunted over. Jace Wayland.

I just rolled my eyes at him trying to pass him, mumbling something like, 'stupid popular jocks, always think their the top of the world.'

When I felt someone grab my wrist and pull me back. I then noticed it was Izzy and her crew, Jace was against the locker watching.

"Say your sorry Fairchild." she sneered, her grasp tightening around my tiny wrist cutting off the circulation.

"For what!" I shouted, okay maybe I should have just apologized and then be on my way, but hey, I just say whatever is on my mind, especially if I'm angry.

"You know why, for walking into Jace." she said, pulling me so that I was in front of him. He crossed his arms, giving me a smirk. The same smirk that I dream about every night. No! Bad Clary, we talked about this how many times. He. Is. The. Enemy. No looking at him like you wanna rip his clothes off. Even though you dream about that too. Ugh!

"We're waiting!" Danielle snapped, pulling me out of the little rant in my head. His smirk grew wider, that little cocky ass.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled. It looked like he was going to say something until my big mouth decided not to hold back and I just let loose.

"I'm sorry that your fat ass was in my way, and I walked right into you!" I shouted, he looked at me shock, before I felt a sting at the side of my face. When I looked up Izzy was now standing in front of me, shooting daggers at me.

"You little bitch!" she shouted.

"Oh please, you all are pathetic you know that. Picking on people, just because you think your better then everyone." I spat. Really wishing that I stopped, or that Simon was here to stop me.

"Who the hell do you think you are! You obviously don't know who your talking too." Danielle said, standing beside Izzy. I looked past them and noticed Jace starring. I wanted to hit all of them, but knowing a 5'2 girl could never compare to 5'11 girls, and 6'3 guys. I was pretty much doomed if I tried to hit back. Before I could say anything Izzy took a step forward his face close to mine.

"I can make your life a living hell Fairchild. I could make you then new Aline. Would you like that? Would you like it if someone dumped their drinks all over you, and pushed you around, because I can make that happen. So don't test me." she said murderously. Now, this was the time where I held my tongue and bit down making sure I didn't say anything.

Then when I knew I wouldn't, I looked at Jace shooting him daggers.

"I'm sorry." I said harshly.

Whoever was holding my wrists let go, the tingly feel setting in after getting my circulation back, I then turned around and walked off to class, pissed off.

I walked into class, no one paying any attention like always. I took my spot at the back of the class by the window, pulling out my sketch book, thinking of something to draw.

"You know, you shouldn't talk back to Izzy and her posy if you knew what was best for you." I heard a familiar voice say.

"I can do what I want." I snapped facing Jace. He had his smirk on his face, as I leaned onto one of his hands as he faced me.

"I see that." he mused. I scoffed and turned towards the window.

"You have balls Fairchild." I heard him chuckled, turning to see him leaning into his chair.

"I have a voice. I just choose to use mine." I said, looking at him. He was looking at me too, which was weird because he never used to pay much attention to me, unless Izzy and her friends were shouting at me. Or Sebastian was making one of his Sexual jokes towards me.

He opened his mouth to say something before the teacher walked in, shouting something about getting our books out and answering the following questions.

I just rolled my eyes and focused on my sketch book.

20 minutes into class, I felt someone nudge me, causing me to look up from my drawing.

"What you drawing?" Jace asked, trying to see what was under my arms.

"Non of your business." I said, putting my head on my arm blocking his view completely.

I then felt a cool light feeling on my arm and noticed it was a piece of paper.

What are you drawing? - J

I rolled my eyes before writing back.

I told you, I'm not telling. - C

I heard a light chuckle from beside me as Jace read the note.

Are you drawing naked pictures of my Fairchild? - J

I'm pretty sure my jaw was touching my desk, I then looked at Jace glaring at him.

"Your kidding right!" I said out loud.

"Mrs. Fairchild be quiet in my class or you will have to go to the principals office." the teacher shouted at my outburst. I looked down at the table, closing my sketch book and putting it in my bag mumbling a quick sorry.

I also heard Jace chuckle beside me, which made me quite angry so I shot him a nasty glare which he seemed to just rub off and hand me another piece of paper.

Your cheeks changed to the same colour as your hair. It was kind of funny. - J.

Of course, make fun of the ginger I thought bitterly before crumpling the piece of paper and throwing it at his face.

Once class was over, I made my way to my locker. Noticing the smirks and glares from the cheerleaders and Jace. I just ignored them, and grabbed my books.

Yes, this was definitely an ordinary day at Herondale High.

Bang, Bang, Bang!

That was until gun shots were heard throughout the halls, the sound of shouts from other students, that slam of doors, and the cries of students.

I looked down the hall-way, my gaze met with Jace's.

Yes, This was definitely NOT an ordinary day at Herondale High.