Mortal instruments characters new story !
Chapter one.
I jump awake startled by the alarm my head, cheek and stomach hurt and I don't have to remember yesterday to know who most likely did this to me. My dad, Valentine. It sometimes changed and instead of the abuse I get from my father I would get some from my brother but sometimes - the worst time- it was both of them.
I look over at the clock to see its 6 o'clock and i need to get ready to start my new school. I had to leave my old school apparently because the teachers were to involved and started to notice when I had bruises and one ask me if I needed to call the police, but I gave a convincing performance of being a cluts so no one got involved so now I had a new school to go to. Yay (that was sarcastic by the way).
I got out of bed and started to get ready taking a short shower and spending most of my time apply subtle make up that would hide the new bruise surfacing from last night when I "disrespected" my dad even though I hadn't said a word to him I never do.
My phone went off again but instead of an alarm it was a text from my best friend simon, he's the only person in the world who gets me and doesn't judge me like most of the people in my last school did. He is the only person in the world I really talk to but he doesn't know my secret I'll never tell anyone how I'm abused its to personal, to humiliating.
Bang! Bang! Bang! That was my brother knocking on the door I can tell because if it was my dad he wouldn't have knocked. He's only a year older than me and has tormented me since he first met me even when I was a baby, him and my father both blame me for my mothers passing when she gave birth to me although Jonathan (my brother) doesn't really care he just uses it as an excuse that is considered acceptable for beating me in this house.
I don't always get hit over the years I found hiding places but the numbers of where I can hide in this house are getting lower hence why I have a bruise on my face as my latest spot was discovered and they ripped up my art book I was drawing in saying that I shouldn't hide it was disrespectful and I needed to be taught a lesson. I don't spend much time in the house and you can clearly see why I stay with simon most of the time when he's not with his band the mortal instruments, sometimes I do go with him though to practice and he doesn't complain when I try to distract him with my "fangirllish freak outs" as he likes to call them when something new comes out like a new episode of pretty little liars or a new book I really want.
I really wish at this moment he was in New York and not on holiday so I could hide out at his place but I can't, so I slide out of bed and unlock the door preparing to see my brothers angry face because no doubt I took to long to answer the door. Instead I see a smile and I was confused at first because this is one of my brothers genuine smiles and not his fake one he normal plasters on his face." I have great news" he whispered and i have not idea what he's on about.
"What do you mean what news?" I ask a little curious what to what would make him smile an actual smile.
" Dad didn't tell you but I'm moving to the new school with you this time so you will at least know one person in the school there" he said.
My heart stop and I swear I started to swerve for a second but I latched onto the door so Jonathan couldn't tell that I clearly did not think this was good news. I hadn't gone to the same school to him in years and it was my only time I knew I could get away with being away from them without getting a call or a text every so often wanting to know my exact location; honestly I'm surprised they haven't put a tracker on me yet.
My brother stands there still smiling clearly waiting for me to answer so I smile my best fake smile that neither of them seem to know is fake and say,"That's great its been years since we've been to the same school!"
" Yeah dad though it might look weird to the new school that I wasn't with you, but don't worry you wont have to stay with me because I have a different lunch break so you can make your own friends" he says with a smirk knowing that I didn't make new friends at my last school, where as Mr popular over there literally walks into a room and will automatically gain a fan group because something about his hight and blond hair apparently made him "irresistibly". I've herd that from so many girls its unbelievable(gag!).
"Oh and one more thing," he turned me then tossed me up against the wall, "dad said I cant act like I normally do around you when at school. I know such a disappointment." and with that he pushed his lips against mine whilst I tried to scramble away he laughed and just kept me there a little longer just to prove he was stronger than me and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
"Good bye Clary." He said leaving me in my room feeling sick and angry that he kept pulling this shit on me. Last time he gave me hicky and I got called a whore by the entire year for a month before it died down, honestly I don't even get why they called me that the cheerleaders had a new boyfriend everyday but as soon as a little bruises appears on my neck that's just unacceptable. The only reason it died down in the end was because new gossip started flying around after a hit one of the cheerleaders who stole my clothes in gym and I was just sick of everything and i beat the crap out of her, lucky she didn't press charges and hence another reason why I'm going to a new school. If the teachers didn't get involved with my bruises that would be another reason I would move because I didn't behave properly, it just so happens that in my last school both of those things happened so I kind of had to move school.
I jogged down the stairs hopping to avoid another encounter with my brother and knowing my dad wouldn't be up at this time, thank god. I slipped out the house and mounted onto my shiny black motorcycle, the apology present I got after dad hit me a little to hard in the stomach and I was ill for like a week, really it's just a bribe to not tell and I don't know why he bothers cause I couldn't tell even if I wanted to because they have both assured me that if I ever told I wouldn't just get a beating and even though my life seems crappy it's still my life and I only have to put up with them for two more years before high school was over and I'm off to college and out of there lives, forever!
I herd my brother call love you out to me in his mocking tone of voice as a turned on the engine masking the sound of the growl that escapes my lips. Just remember you will escape. You will escape. You will escape. And that though swirled around in my head all the way to school.
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I get to school on time and walk into the office to get my schedule seeing that I had PE last which was kind of disappointing because I love PE and even if I'm not as good as my brother with physical strength, I was still good at sports and no one could ever beat me at running even though I am really short which seems to piss off a lot of the guys I race. In my last school I remember some "athletic god" as he was referred to bet me a hundred dollars that I couldn't beat him at track. We agreed to only one lap and I still beat him by like 10 whole seconds, at the time I was new and no one really believed I could have done it so it was understandable to be greeted with everyone's shocked faces and one very angry god who just lost all his money, boo hoo; I ended up buying some new art supplies with that after my brother wrecked mine for the millionth time.
I head to my first lessons suffering through English then trig and when third lesson arrived I was ready to quit and call it a day until I realised it was art and not some other torturous lesson that I hate. I walked in a little late as I got lost , not for the first time, and took a seat next to a girl with raven dark hair who clearly wasn't interested in what the teacher was saying and was instead discreetly playing angry birds on her phone. I sit there awkwardly trying not to hit my stomach on the tables which were to low for the high chairs so if I moved to much I would bang my newly bruised stomach and I could move back because the jerk behind me was leaning back on his chair leaving me no room to move. ugh!
Once the teacher was finally finished we set to work doing the cliché of drawing a bowl of fruit. "God way to be original." the girl next to me muttered reading my mind and I couldn't help but snort at that. She seemed to just notice me then, and I could tell straight away that I mustn't have done a god job at putting on my make-up today because she grimaced and looked away. It didn't seem to stop her talking though I think nothing could probably stop that by the way she started chatting and asking me questions and being a genuinely nice person. I had to shade some of the truth about myself though but she didn't seem to notice instead she spent most of her time complaining about her brother's saying she was the only girl and I could totally relate to her except her mam wasn't gone just always busy at work.
I was really sad when class was over but then I realised it was lunch and that wasn't so bad because Izzy (the girl I sat next to) offered for me to join her and her friend's, so I gladly accepted seeing as no one else offered and I would have been eating lunch alone again like my last school.
Walking in I only grabbed an apple and a bottle of water not feeling hungry then I followed Izzy to her table which by the way was one of the most loudest tables in the whole place and I instantly felt out of place. But Izzy just smiled at me over her shoulder and I sat down next to her everyone's eye's instantly going to the new person at there table and I felt the blush creep into my cheeks as people I didn't even know started scrutinising me.
Finally one of the boys broke the silence but not with something I want to discuss." Who gave you that shiner on your cheek?" a dark haired boy that looked a lot like Isabel asked me."A boyfriend?"
"Alec!" Izzy exclaimed." You cant just ask someone that. Honestly do you not understand boundaries. But now that you have asked who gave that to you, was it your boyfriend?"
Nope just my disturbed father." No some girl in my last school gave this to me after I punched her." the table went silent after that and they stared at me in disbelief which I totally expected because no one ever thought I would fight back which was a big mistake to make because before my dad became an abusive ass-hole he taught me a lot of fighting techniques and how to be strong without showing a lot of muscle.
"Your kidding right." a girl opposite me said and I think I herd someone call her Maia before I sat down. She looked completely shocked at my bluntness and I know they're going to ask for details its a good thing I'm a natural liar.
"No I'm not she stole my clothes after gym and had been spreading rumours that I was a whore and I was sick of it so I just punched her and took my clothes back." that was actually true I still remember that moment it had felt so good to knock her down, funny thing was she became less of a bitch after that she never actually punched me back.
"WOW. No offence but I wouldn't think your the kind of girl that would stick up for herself, like that" she added the last bit as an after thought.
I Just smiled and said," None taken no one ever thinks that I am capable of doing it."
"Well nice to meet you I'm Maia, this is Alec,"she pointed to the one who Izzy yelled at before,"this is Jordan," she pointed to the person on her other side," that is Magnums,"pointed to someone wearing a blue glittered head band in his hair and had cat like eyes," you obviously already know Iz and that is Jace" She pointed to the person sitting next to Izzy who had cute blond hair and actual golden eyes, no fricken way! How awesome would it be to have gold eyes instead of the common washed out green that I have.
"I'm Clary, nice to meet you." I say with a genuine smile this school ins't so bad after all, I haven't seen my brother all day. I spent the rest of lunch talking and getting to know the people on the table except for Jace who like Izzy had said was a complete dick head, not that he talked to me much he seemed have a conversation with every girl who flung themselves at him, literally in one case where a girl actually bounced up to him and "fell" into his lap, and I'm the whore, god!
When the bell finally went I realised I had another lesson with Izzy and followed her to our next class and it wasn't actually that bad having a friend it made the class way more interesting as we sat in the back not paying attention and instead she pointed out people in the class and dished out all the gossip she could remember about them, it was pretty funny.
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When I finished getting ready for PE - carefully hiding my bruises- I headed outside alone Izzy had a different lesson so I won't have her in PE which is kind of sad I like having her around she reminded me a little bit of simon only less nerdy. We met on the field with the boy half of the class and were told we were doing laps of the field today and everyone but me groaned. I don't get why people hate running so much its really good and no matter how many different schools I've been to I always end up on the team which is fun because I love to spend time away from home.
We set of after the teacher told us we only had to do ten laps say that we should be able to finish that in time and if not they can stay after school to complete it. I ignored the pain in my stomach like every other time just because I was injured didn't mean I was going to stop doing what I love. I lapped everyone in what felt like seconds. I was on my 7th lap whilst mostly everyone else was only on their 3rd and every time I passed Jace who happened to be in my PE class he would glare at me because even though I haven't lapped him as much as the others he clearly was the best runner in the school before I showed up and I smiled which seemed to just annoy him more.
I finished way before everyone else and the teacher was looking at me dumbfounded how a girl as little as me could out run the tall athletic lads I was in the class with. She headed toward me were I lay on the ground panting after sprinting the last lap,"You are a really good runner what's your name again?"
"My names Clary miss." I reply politely.
"Clary how would you like to be on the running team here I know it's a little after try outs but I think I could squeeze you in, you really are an excellent runner." she praised
I smiled and thanked her telling her that it would be amazing to be on the team and she seemed pleased to hear it as she walked away to make sure the rest of the class was not slacking.
Jace was the second to fish and he was just below ten minutes behind me I think although I couldn't really be sure because i didn't have a watch on. He made his way over to me and I was confused there was an entire field he could sit on he didn't have to come to me.
"Your a real good runner," he gasped between breaths," that's real impressive how a girl your size can out run me" he smirks and i just cant help my reaction its become automatic over the years of dealing with boys with egos the size of mount Everest.
"God what an ego!" I blurt and that seems to shock him more than anything obviously he isn't called out a lot by people or most likely girls.
"You know that's not how you make a good first impression" he said his grin plastered back on his face,
"Technically this isn't your first impression, I did sit with you at lunch so that was your first impression of me ." I state just so I don't have to admit I have poor social skills sometimes , okay most of the time.
"We didn't really talk much you mainly talked to my sister."
"Yeah well your sisters interesting, unlike you cause you are clearly so amazing since we are having such an exhilarating conversation."
That gets a laugh out of him."Ha ha your actually all right Clary."
"Oh thank god I've been dying for your approval all day." I couldn't help it I had to say it, it might knock his ego down a peg which according to Iz grows bigger everyday.
Instead of being offended he just simply says "Who wouldn't." which startled a laugh straight out of me. Okay so maybe Jace wasn't that bad he might just be a sore loser which explains the daggers he threw at me whilst running. Maybe this school could actually be all right and not like the ones before it if I'm lucky I might last the two years here which wouldn't be to bad.
Tell me what you think of the story so far i know it can be better just need a few ideas thank you xx