"Clary!"

I turned around to find my best friend Isabelle running towards me. Isabelle's black hair was flying loosely behind her as she ran. I was amazed that she didn't fall in those six inch high heel boots.

"Hey, Izzy," I greeted her as she stopped in front of me, straightening her black dress that barely reached mid-thigh. "What's up?"

"Did you hear the news?" Isabelle asked.

"What news?" I questioned, turning back to my locker to shove my Algebra book into it.

"Mr. Hacker put up the sing-up sheet for our next school play!" she exclaimed. I slammed my locker closed and we both took off running to the Director's room. When we turned the corner, there was a small crowd of people signing up on the white sheet outside Mr. Hacker's door.

I pushed my way through the crowd, getting a few complaints from my classmates, before I was standing in front of the sheet that said "Spring Play Sing-up Sheet". I took out a pen from my pocket and signed my name on one of the lines. I capped the pen and smiled at the sheet.

"Okay, move along, some of us are trying to sign up here," someone said behind me. I apologized and made my way back to Isabelle.

"Do you know what this play is about?" Isabelle asked me. I shook my head and shrugged.

"I'll find out at the first meeting," I told her. The bell rang, telling us we needed to get to our next class. The little crowd of people dispersed, empting the halls. Isabelle and I both walked to Biology together, the last class of the day. As we made it to the Biology room, Isabelle took her seat in the back of the room and I sat in the second row near the windows. The room had tables that sat two people each. There were five against the wall, five in the middle of the room, and then five against the windows. All facing Mr. Carroway's desk situated at the front of the room.

This was probably my least favorite class out of all of them. I got decent grades in it, but it was so boring to sit here and learn about the digestive system, which we were currently studying. I pushed my backpack to the side and crossed my arms on the desk. I laid my head in my arms and waited for class to start. I heard the chair next to me scrap against the floor and looked up to find my other best friend Simon sit down.

"Hey, Si," I addressed him.

"Hey," he replied, plopping down in his chair. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

"Long day?" I asked him. He nodded and put his glasses back on.

"Mrs. Jennings gave us loads of homework due tomorrow," he told me. Mrs. Jennings was the Algebra teacher, and she always assigned at least four pages of math homework to do every night. Luckily I had a study hall after that class, so I was already finished with half of it. Algebra was Simon's worst class, which made the assignment seem even longer.

"You can come over after school and we'll work on it together," I told him. He looked over at me gratefully.

"You are my lifesaver, Fray. You know that?" I smiled and pulled out my Biology book.

"Of course I am," I replied. Mr. Carroway walked in just as the late bell rang. He was usually late to his classes. He told us it didn't matter because he was teacher and he was in charge. What he didn't know was that he being late was good for us, because if we were running late, we still usually got here before him.

"Alright everyone, take your seats," he commanded. Those of my classmates who wandered to go talk to their friends sat down in their assigned seats. "Who would like to explain what the stomach is and what its role in the digestive track is? Anyone?" When no one raised their hands he called on a random person.

"Ah, Mr. Lightwood, thank you for volunteering." Alec, Isabelle's older brother, looked up and blushed.

"Um, it's the thing that holds your food," he replied. Mr. Carroway narrowed his eyes and shook his head disapprovingly.

"Could you be more specific?" he asked. Alec slumped in his chair.

"It's a . . . pouch thing that . . . uh . . . holds your food?" A few of the students snickered. Mr. Carroway sighed.

"It is a saclike organ that uses mechanical and chemical digestion to break down the food that comes from the esophagus. Can anyone tell me what mechanical and chemical digestion is?" Once again, no one raised their hands, leaving Mr. Carroway to pick the next unlucky victim who didn't know the answer.

The class went on like that for the rest of the period before the bell rang. I got up and shoved my book into my grey backpack.

"Did you sign-up for the play?" Simon asked me. I nodded my head.

"All signed-up," I declared. Acting was my favorite thing to do. I signed-up for all the school plays we had, starting with the Fall Play Freshman year. Now that I was a Junior, I had been in a total of eight High School plays. Each time I was either the lead or the second biggest part. There was only one problem when it came to being in the school plays.

Jace Wayland.

He always got the guy's main role - always. There wasn't a time when he tried out and wasn't the lead. Luckily, the only times he did try out were when I wasn't the main role. He was probably the most selfish person I knew. He didn't care about anyone else but himself. He was known as being sarcastic, conceited, and arrogant. And for some odd reason, he was one of the most popular people in the school. I personally didn't see what everyone thought was so great about him. I assumed it was his looks, which, if I had to admit, weren't terrible.

"Clary?" Simon's voice brought me out of my thoughts. "Are you coming?"

"Yeah," I replied, shaking my head to clear any thoughts of Jace Wayland. "Yeah, let's go."

We walked out of the classroom and split up to go to our lockers. I made my way to my locker, passing an even smaller group of people signing-up, and stopped in front of the rusty, faded blue locker. I pulled it open and one of my books fell out. I internally groaned and reached to pick it up, but a hand reached out and grabbed it before I could. I shot back up and turned to the owner of the hand.

And just my luck, it was Jace Wayland.

How was that for a first chapter? I hoped you enjoyed this. I'll update as soon as I can.

~Lost