Don't worry this is going to have some plot twist not those straight forward bet stories. :D

Here we go! You can do it Clary, I believe in you. You are a brave woman.
"Do I really have to go to school? Why can't I… don't know, like drop out and become a" I paused to think about it before I continued "Zoo keeper?"
My mom started to laugh and my not so helpful brother joined in. "You do have to finish school before becoming a Zoo keeper daughter of mine. So now off you two go. Have fun!" With that I opened the car door and stepped out in the open. Maybe I am being a bit over dramatic. However this was new school and might I add that I am not from here? Like I didn't just move two blocks and go to a different school now because it is convenient. No, I moved here from Europa. To be precise Austria. You know Austria? It is that small country next to Germany? Yeah, that's where I'm from.

My family, so my dad, my mom, my brother and of course me, had to move here because of my dad's job. I didn't like it one bit, but no crying, no begging could have changed anything (Believe me I tried)

So there I was, standing in front of this massive school. Hundreds of teenagers pouring in, not sharing me a second glance. It was a big school. Nobody probably even noticed that I was new.

Behind me I heart a motor spring to life and a car speed away. There goes my last chance of flight. *Sigh* Might as well go with it.

My brother, his name was Jonathan but everybody called him Jon, grinned down at me, his pale, nearly white hair falling into his eyes.

Both our English was fluent but still not perfect. We have had lessons from a young age. Our teacher, her name was Sonya, had been British. That was why we still carried a heavy Londoner-accent. Our mother tongue though was German.

That was the only thing I could look forward to. German was one of the subjects and not to brag but I was definitely not going to have any problems with that.

"Well, little sister, have fun." With that Jon just left me alone. ALONE out in the open. Left to die.

Okay, I am being dramatic again. What can I say? I like it spicy.

Returning to more important matters: Straightening my hair I made my way to the office where I got my schedule. First class: German. I have so much luck.

The secretary gave me some directions how to find the right classroom and I was pretty confident to find it. As I was walking I pulled out my phone and connected with the internet. I had twenty messages from two chats.

They were all from my old friends back home. I sighed as I went through them. I missed my friend. That was the moment I bumped into someone. I didn't fall but my phone did.

It flew to the ground with a very loud noise. I did not like it.

"Verdammte Scheiße!" I was so angry and hoping that my phone was not broken. I bent over to pick it up but a hand beat me to it. The hand belonged to a very tall boy with black hair. He was very handsome and he was still holding my broken or not broken phone. I hoped for the latter.

"What did you just say?" He asked me, real curiosity lacing his tone.
"Can have my phone back?" At the moment I just wanted that fricking mobile back! I still didn't if it was broken!

Reluctantly he handed it to me and I snatched it out of his fingers, instantly checking for any visible cracks on the screen. Not seeing any I pressed the home button and as a picture of me and my friends flashed across it, I sighed in relieve. It still worked

Honestly those few seconds were like the worst of my life.

I let my phone slip into my bag, before returning my attention to the boy in front of me. He was smirking at me and pushed his dark hair back with his right hand.

"What language was that?"

What the heck did he mean? Thinking back I released that I must have cursed in German.

"That was German."
"Why did you curse in German?" At this point he was actually becoming a pain in the ass. So I went for the sarcastic comment, implicating that he was clever enough to get it.

"Because I can't in English." His mouth opened for a retort but it apparently got stuck as he closed it again scrunching his eyebrows. Wow, he was a fast one.

Ignoring that he was still thinking, probably analyzing my comment, I continued walking to my class. As expected he caught up to me and started walking next to me.

"So I guess you are new here?"
"And how exactly did you guess?"
"I would have known if such a beautiful girl was in school."

There he went, doing what he was best in. Bringing stupid lines and hoping that they and his looks would make girls swoon. The sad thing was that they probably did.

I am embarrassed for the female population.

We just don't have class anymore.

Returning to more pressing matters, I just rolled my eyes in response, making his smile falter. I was not being nice, but I just couldn't get myself to care.

"What's your name pretty girl?"
"Clarissa, but call me Clary."
"Well Clary, that is indeed a very nice name."
"Why thank you"

I gave him a genuine smile, which he returned.

"So what's yours?"
"Name? Sebastian."

I took a right.

"What's your next class?"
"German, yours?"
"Ahhh well, I've got maths. Actually I have to go left here. I will see you later Clary."
"Yaeh, see you!"

With that we parted ways and I entered my first class with, as I read on my timetable, Mr. Ceeve. I had naturally no idea if he was nice or the worst teacher roaming the earth. I'll just have to find out, plus it wasn't like it mattered anyway.

I probably was better than he was. Actually I would bet everything I have on that.

The classroom I entered was quite bigger. Actually bigger than those we had back in Austria. I looked around. The room was half filled with students and I had no idea where I was supposed to sit, so I just stood there awkwardly and waited.

When the bell finally rang and the teacher entered the room, he led to the front, where I had to stand and introduce myself. So I went over everything. You know. Name, age so on so on. When I said that I was from Austria the teachers ears perked up.

He asked or more he observed that I could in fact talk German fluently. He then started to talk a very… how do I put this… bad German. But what can you do.

German was and is a very difficult language.

He then seated me next to girl. She had long, straight and black hair. She smiled at me and revealed a set of white teeth. She seemed nice enough.

"So Clary… How are you liking America so far?"
"I guess okay. I just miss home."
"Yaeh I get that and by the way I love what you are wearing."

I looked down at my red leather skirt and white Croptop. I did look sexy, I had to admit, but that was just how I dressed. I absolutely loved looking good.

The only thing I didn't like about myself was that I had a small chest. But what can you do?

"Thank you Isabell"
"Call me Izzy or Iz. Whatever you prefer."
"Alright, Izzy, thanks you yourself look stunning."
"Oh well" Isabell or Izzy was apparently flattered, but it was obvious that she heard it often.

The rest of the lesson we talked like nonstop. We kind of just instantly linked. I could picture us becoming best friends.

We got some homework assigned, but nothing major, or at least I thought so. Izzy got really worked up on it. When we walked to the next class ( it turned out we nearly had the same schedule) she kept complaining that she was no good in German and that Mr. Ceeve always gave so much homework.

I then made the suggestion that I come over that evening to help. She was so glad and gave me her phone number.

My first day was really starting off very good.

I liked it here.