In this story Clary hates the nickname Clary from bad past events so... yeah so if I part of the story is ever in third person I will still refer to Clary as Clary because its just easier.(God I said so many times)

(I do not any of the characters they are Cassandra Clare's.)

Chapter 1: Alicante University of Dance

C.P.O.V

I jumped out of the car, the fresh, and slightly salty air rushing into my lungs as I took a deep breath and stood there looking out into the beautiful view. I couldn't believe I was actually here at Alicante University of Dance Turning my head to the right I gasped at the view of the campus and beach (which was only a few minutes away luckily) but before I Could say anything about the view I felt my father, a tall man with blonde, nearly white hair and piercing black eyes, pull me into a hug. Pulling away from the brief hug he awkwardly kissed my forehead. Although my father had a weird way of showing his "emotions" I could see the happiness in his eyes as he whispered.

"I'm proud of you Clarissa, I really am" I blushed, and I could feel my eyes slightly tearing up

"Oh move over " my mother, Jocelyn, said playfully nudging my father and pulling me in to a big hug she smelled amazing like mint and jasmine despite that she had spent hours spent driving in a car full of sweaty people. She kissed me on my temple as I melted into her she had always been One of my main role models. With their identical wild crimson hair and green eyes she was proud to be called Clarissa Frey.

"Honey we truly are very sorry that we couldn't stay any longer" She said

"It's fine mom, Clary's got me" Jon said pulling two of my bags out of the car trunk. My stomach quenched at that stupid nickname. He looked like father more than me they had the same blondeish white hair he was tall and muscular, while I was petite. He was snarky and annoying but still had soft spots while I was headstrong a trait from my mother but still calm like my father. Really the only thing that showed they were siblings were that they shared their mother's green eyes. Jon was in his third year of college (luckily his was a few hours away from Alicante), so he stayed back to help me unpack and get settled in. My father grabbed my other suitcase as I grabbed my messenger bag with my sketchbook, pencils, a few copics, phone, and other essentials(god I sound like beauty guru...no offense). And grabbed my manila folder with the campus map, my schedule, and itinerary for the welcome back to school ball (OMGjustOMG). I grabbed one of my suitcases while Jon got the other ones. And waved goodbye as we watched our parents drive along the winding highway that ran along a cliff and the beach.

I pulled out the crumpled campus map from the folder, I had known as soon as I saw the pictures of the dance classes that I NEEDED to go here. And to add to the fact the school has a BEAUTIFUL campus! It had been really hard for her to get an audition, and the fact that she got in with a scholarship was just OH MY GOD… she was set to make it count and not mess up this time.

"You sure this is a dorm building" Jon asked clearly impressed. I looked up to the modern numbers that stated dorm 11 above the metallic doorbell. Beside them were large windows, showing a huge living room with a few couches facing the right side(a.k.a a flat screened t.v). A door probably a bathroom was at the left side of the room next to a coat rack. In the middle was an arch that led to what seemed was the kitchen. And two staircases at the opposite ends of the room spiraled up toward the second as Jon had set down the last bag on the highest step leading to two modern looking double doors. The doors burst open, two girls with linked elbows smiling looking at them. The one to the left had beautiful brown eyes and dark that went down to her back, she was wearing a tan floppy hat, a long flowing floral blouse, tan short-shorts and gladiator sandals a big bag slung over her shoulder. The other girl slightly shorter having curly, brown and gold hair and amber-brown eyes. Wearing a simple not-so-cover-upping-coverup over her turquoise bikini and silver flip-flops. May I mention that both these girl have very curvy figures.

"Rissa I am officially jealous" Jon said gaping at the girls. I elbowed him in the gut while hissing

"Shut Up Jon...Sorry" while looking back at the girls, but they just laughed amused. The girl with the dark hair put an arm around Jon's shoulders and shrugged.

"No problem, so im guessing your our new dorm-mate, my names Isabelle, this is Maia" gesturing to the brunette who warmly smiled and brought a hand to a slight wave.

"My names Clarissa, or Rissa for short" I replied glancing at Jon who was smirking playfully "nothing more, nothing less"

"Okaay, Well me and Izzy were going to a small party with a few of our friends at the pool, you guys wanna come" Maia suggested with a smile. Jon glanced at me questioningly and I gave him a look that said why not?

And so it starts...

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