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Chapter 1: Baillifs
They are taking everything. Literally everything. Just gone.
"Clary, come on, we've got to go." I hear my brother, Jonathan call out.
We are being chased out of our home and we are doing nothing to resist.
They had allowed us 15 minutes to pack up our things. 15 minutes! I put my last pair of shoes into my Louis Vuitton suitcase and wheel it down the stairs.
"Excuse me, ma'am, we cannot allow you to keep that." One of the crazed whatever-they're-calleds say to me.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes. "Okay, I don't know who you think you are but this is my stuff and I'm taking my stuff. If you take my stuff I will take you b-"
"Clarissa." My mother cuts me off sharply. "You said 15 minute to get our possessions. We have them, you said nothing about what we were allowed." She reasons.
He seems to think for a moment until he nods silently.
I quirk my brow and smirk, holding back the urge to still my tongue out, and walk away to my SUV. Jonathan puts my suitcase in the back unceremoniously.
"Careful with that!" I say.
"Chill out, Clary."
"I can't believe this." I stand and cross my arms and Jonathan leans on the car and does the same. "What's even happening, all I know is I was pulled out of bed and told to pack up my favourite things."
"An investment fell through." Jonathan answered. "That's what dad's saying."
"Why would dad lie?"
"I'm not saying that. I'm just saying that we've been rich all our lives, business passed down for six generations and now it's failing? That's hundreds of years of money and connections and investments and one, just one breaks us? That ain't right, Clary."
"What you think it's a conspiracy against the polished Morgenstern name? Our rivals, the Lightwoods?"
"Look just because you're best friends with Isabelle doesn't mean it's the same with our parents."
"I know that. I'm not stupid Jonathan, not everything is rainbows and unicorns when it comes to the older generation."
"Right." He pulls a pack of cigarettes and his lighter out of the back pocket of his jeans and lights one. He only does it when he's stressed or frustrated.
"I'm not gonna be that person who says everything's okay but… we have several ties to other rich families, you know. We could just stay over with them?"
"I don't know what's gonna happen. Mom, Dad and the bailiffs are talking it over. What we can do, what we can keep..."
"Bailiffs? That's what their called? The people taking our stuff?"
"Yep, which leads me to the conclusion that a failed investment is not what caused this." Jonathan says, taking a drag.
"That'll kill you one day."
Mom and dad come over as the quote unquote bailiffs take continue taking our things.
"Mom, what's happening?!"
"An investment didn't work out honey, now we have no money and our bank accounts are frozen." My dad answers.
"What are we… where will we go?!" Hearing it come from my father makes is all real.
"We still have the things in my name, only parts of it. We are completely broke other than that." My mother answers.
"How are we broke from one bad investment?" I ask and I see Jonathan stiffen. If he wasn't gonna ask then I would.
"It just happened, Clary. We need to rise above this and get through it."
"What about school? You paid for the tuition." I ask.
"You still have this year but after, you'll have to transfer to public school."
My eyes widen. Public school? Coming from Alicante Private Academy to freaking Idris High? I'd get eaten alive. And mugged every morning and afternoon. I'll die in a tragic school bus accident.
"Are you crazy?! Me? In public school? Unfathomable! That's worse than a scholarship kid in APA! Come to think of it any private school!" Scholarship kids weren't well liked in my school. They're seen as kids who cheat the system, what with not having to pay $15,000 every year.
"Clarissa simmer down. We still have my property. It's in Brocelind."
"As in the forest? Do you know how far that is from Alicante?" I blink. We are going to live in a forest. Where there is nothing but trees and grass and wood people.
"Yes the forest. It's beautiful, I grew up there."
"Did you see fairies and nymphs by Lake Lyn too, mother?"
"Clarissa." She sighs. "There is nothing we can do right now. All we can do is hope this will blow other."
"What about our trust funds?" Jonathan asks. It's in a way that's genuinely curious, the opposite of how I would have said it, for sure.
"They are frozen and will not be touched until you're 21. You have a right to it." My father answers.
"I take it the SUV is the only car we're allowed to take with us?" I comment, hoping the answer was no, we can take the Camaro and Impala.
"Yes. We purchased it long before –the investment was arranged." My mother answers while cutting herself off to correct herself. Suspicious.
"Come on, we have a two hour drive to Brocelind." My father says ushering us into the vehicle.
It will be longest journey we will ever travel.
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Sorry that it seemed all rushed, I just wanted to created the atmosphere that everything is hitting Clary pretty hard and fast right now.
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