Clary's POV
I ran through the doors and into the room, I looked around and there was nobody there, except when I looked at the far end there was this woman. "You're late" she said
"I'm so sorry! Please give me another chance I promise it won't happen again!" I blurted out while panting.
"No. You get no second chance!" As the woman says this, she slowly elongates and evolves into a horrible tall creature with beady red eyes and jagged teeth. It was covered in scales and it had wounds that oozed out substances I didn't even want to look at.
"YOU GET NO SECOND CHANCE!"
I woke up gasping for air, it was just a dream. I turn right to look at my alarm clock, 6:45am. Time to get ready for my first day of school. Im going into grade 11 at West End highschool in New York, my mom and I just moved here from Pennsylvania because she was offered a job in a super high end art gallery.
My moms name is Jocelyn Fray and she's a painter, and she was so excited about this job that I tried to be as enthusiastic as I could about moving away from all my friends and my school and well... my life. But looking at the bright side; maybe I'll really like it in New York! I hear the pizza is great.
Ok clary stop lying in bed and get dressed already! I think to myself. I still can't believe I had a nightmare about being late for school! I facepalmed myself. I rolled off my bed, meaning to land kneeling but I should've known better because I fell flat on my face, and I was greeted by a face full of carpet. Good going you klutz! I thought to myself. I sleepily pick myself up and sift through my boxes to find something decent to wear (I hadn't fully unpacked yet I was so nervous about school that I just drew in my sketchbook to ward my anxieties away) eventually I just give up on finding anything super cute so I just end up wearing a green tank top that ties up at the front with high waisted jean shorts.
I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and as I'm brushing my teeth I look at myself in the mirror. My outfit actually isn't that bad, the high waisted shorts make my legs look longer so I look a little taller than what I actually am (which is about 5'1") and the green shirt matches my eyes and accents my flaming red hair quite nicely. Then I actually look at my hair. I groan. My bed head is BAD this morning. I know there's no way to tame my unruly curls so I just throw it up into a high messy bun. I throw on a bit of mascara so my eyes pop just a little bit, and I feel pretty satisfied with how I look so I go downstairs to eat.
As I walk down the stairs of our little townhouse I can hear the water running, moms taking a shower. I open the fridge and there's nothing there. "MOM! WHERES THE FOOD?" I shout. "IM SORRY SWEETIE BUT I DIDNT HAVE TIME TO GROCERY SHOP YESTERDAY, BUT THERES A JAVA JONES DOWN THE ROAD SO YOU COULD GRAB SOMETHING THERE" she shouts back from the bathroom. I check my phone to see if I have enough time for breakfast and coffee, it's 7:33 Jesus I can't believe I took this long to just wake up and get dressed! I check google maps, it takes 10 minutes to walk to Java Jones, then it'll take 15 minutes to walk to school from there, and school starts at 8. Looks like I'll be having only coffee for breakfast today. Ugh I hate mornings....
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I burst into Java Jones and thankfully there's only 2 people in line. I get in line behind a tall blonde guy (he's got to be at least 6'3"). The person before him gets their coffee and leaves. Phew! Ok I'm just one person away from caffeine city! The blonde guy steps up to the counter and looks at the menu with a look of deep concentration on his face. I sigh in exasperation. This guy didn't even think about what he wanted before he got to the counter?!? He heard me sigh and he turned around. I shoot him a look that says "order already you asshat!" And he smirks and at me, then turns around to face the barista again. Did he just SMIRK at me? I think to myself in outrage. Then he starts to talk to the barista (her name tag said Kaelie I think?) "So... kaelie is it? How has your morning been?". Yep. He's flirting with the barista. Is he serious right now? I'm going to be late for school on my FIRST DAY! This can't be happening! Eventually after what had to be an eternity of this asshat of a stranger flirting with kaelie I tap him on the shoulder "excuse me, but I'm in a hurry so could you order your coffee already?" I said. As he turns around again I notice that he has golden eyes, just a few shades darker than his hair. Hmm he kind of reminds me of a lion, with the wild golden colours and the cockiness. I snap back to reality because I can see him smiling at me mockingly. "Not until you say please" he says in the most annoying voice EVER. I sigh in exasperation AGAIN. "Fine, would you PLEASE order your coffee?" I spit out. "Thank you I think I will" he smirks at me and orders his drink. Kaelie gets his coffee and he turns to me. I glare at him. "Wow little red you look like you had a stressful morning so far" he chuckles "Wow Goldie locks I didn't realize you were going to be my big bad wolf" I reply. He just laughs at my comeback and winks at me as leaves the coffee shop.
"What to do want" kaelie snaps at me. "Coffee black please" I answer. She sauntered away grumpily. Is she that mad that I helped her do her job and give that guy his coffee? "Here." She almost slams my coffee on the counter. As I'm paying she says "Why did you interrupt me and that guy? He was HOT" I answer simply (because I don't want to piss her off more) "I'm sorry I was just in a rush this morning and I'm really not a morning person." Kaelies face softens "Oh, sorry then I totally understand. I hate mornings too" she says with a laugh. "Thanks kaelie! I'll see you around?" I say as I grab my coffee and walk to the door. She shoots me a thumbs up, and I leave.
I check the time, it's 7:49. That blonde asshat made me take 12 fricking minutes to get coffee? I think aloud. "Now I'll have to drink and run" I say to myself, and I start jogging to school, taking sips of my "black like my soul" coffee, all the while praying that I won't be late for class.
