-Clary POV-

Today is finally Friday. The day that ends the dreaded school week and begins the weekend. Don't get me wrong, I love school. I get really good grades. Those grades can be deceiving though. I am not naturally smart, and I have to work really hard to get straight A's. This is very evident, and people often call me a try hard. I am fine with those comments. I have learned over the years to just brush them off. I have other important things to do with my life.

My dad, for example. Ever since I was young I remember him abusing me. I am also pretty sure he killed my mom and brother. My mother, Jocelyn, was the nicest woman I have ever met. She and my older brother, Sebastian, died in a car accident three years ago.

I am still haunted by the nightmares. I was reading in the back seat on the way to see my Uncle Luke, when all the sudden I felt a jolt. Somehow my mom had fallen asleep at the wheel. I don't blame her, we had been on the highway for a while because Luke lives in this weird place called Idris. Idris is forever away from my house, and the journey there was very boring. All I know is the jolt awoke my mom, who then tried to turn the car back onto the road.

She overcorrected the car. We were sent flying.

Somehow the car started doing summersaults. Finally, we landed in the grassy median. A piece of the back windshield cut my head, so I was covered in blood. My mother and brother were not moving. I was so scared. The paramedics arrived and confirmed that my mothing and brother both died.

Since that day my relationship with my dad has become complicated. It wasn't simple before, but it is almost as if he hates me for surviving the crash. Really I shouldn't even call it a crash because a crash refers to an accident with two cars. This one just involved the car and the road. Maybe I will call it an accident. Yeah, I like that much better.

Where was I...Oh yeah I was talking about my dad. He is never around the house. When he is, he is usually drunk and hits me. Every night I come home, do my homework, and make us dinner. I eat without him because I never know when he will be home. His job apparently has no strict schedule. Sometimes he doesn't come home at all. After I eat dinner I usually clean and take a shower. I then finish up homework and go to bed. My life has a pretty simple routine.

Weekend are the best. Although my dad has more opportunities to "punish" me, I don't have to deal with my peers. Although most of them get along with each other, I always stay clear of my classmates. I do not do well with social interaction.

Maybe it has something to do with my anxiety, but I hate awkward silence. I always feel the need to fill it with word vomit. I also hate social interactions because they usually involve people trying to find out more about me. I am so closed off that I don't want anyone to know the truth. They would end up judging me more than they already do. That is why I keep silent.

Ugh, the late bell just rang. Now I have to listen to another Chemistry lecture. Wish me luck.