Beep, beep, beep.
Clary groaned as she blindly hit her bedside table looking for the damn alarm clock. She hated it, but unless she wanted to be late for school...

Clary and her twin brother, Jonathan were both seniors as of today.

Clary sat up in bed and stretched. She then bounced out of bed to take a shower and start her first day as a senior.

She left the shower and started running a brush through her wet mop of hair. Why was she cursed with the fiery red hair?!

Her twin brother looked like their father. He had straight white hair, green eyes, sharp features and was also six-foot and lean and had a tan.

Clary on the other hand looked like their mother. She had red curly hair, Same green eyes as her brother, pale skin and many freckles. She was very skinny but she put it down to a high metabolism. She ate so much food, it was unbelievable!

As soon as she was through the snarls of hair, she quickly dressed into grey skinny jeans, black tank top and her beloved black leather jacket. It cut down to her waist so it showed her curves.

She didn't know why, but she loved to wear black. It made her feel like a total badass!

She didn't bother with make up so she ran down the stairs to join her family for breakfast.

Her mother, Jocelyn was an artist. A skill Clary inherited. Jocelyn married Luke when Clary and Jonathan were about seven years old.

Luke wasn't her biological father. Her mother rarely mentioned her real father. Whenever Clary asked, Jocelyn ignored her or changed the subject. Even Jonathan was curious but he as much luck as she did.

Luke owned a bookshop and Clary occasionally helped out if asked. They mostly made their living off Jocelyn. She used to paint for a living, but she was now an art consultant.

Clary was glad her mother found something she loved to do and got paid well for it.

Jocelyn got paid alot, but they didn't show it.
Instead of being one of those families that as soon as a little money came their way, it had to be spent, Jocelyn had put it into a bank.

Clary didn't mind not living extravagantly. She was one of those loner kids. The opposite of her football captain brother.

He was more outgoing than her, but she really didn't care as long as she had a warning when the football team would be visiting.

The first and last time Jonathan invited the team over without warning, Clary had just come back from jogging so she was sweaty and she was wearing a sports bra with short shorts that revealed her stomach, what little cleavage she had and her legs.

She had run screaming from the kitchen as they all piled in. She knew that while jogging, people would see her, but they they lived in a neighborhood that mainly consisted of elderly people or couples that had really young children. No one she went to school with lived there.

he just wanted to forget about the team after she heard wolf whistles and her overprotective brother telling to shut up, except one checked on her straight away.
Sebastian Verlac.

Well that's chapter 1! This story has been playing in my head for all day so i had to write it!

please leave a review or pm me and let me know whether to continue or not!

Till then ~maraudergirl68448