Disclaimer:I do not own TMI,or Eragon.
Clary Fray never thought she was different from the other kids. Well that was a lie. She knew that she was different. But in the small things.
She didn't have a smart phone, actually her phone might be called stupid. ( -Just because it didn't have touch screen, a camera, it wasn't in color and it couldn't recognize MMS it didn't deserve to be called stupid-as she would often say to other people, including her mother)
She really liked to read books. Real ones made of paper and ink, from reading online she often got headaches.
She didn't have Facebook,Viber,Messenger,Snapchat,Twitter or any other form of social networks. Clary simply didn't wanted any of it.
She was also an artist. A very good one actually. Clary could draw,sketch or paint anything.
When you list it like that she sounds pretty weird. No wonder her mother is worried.
Thankfully her high school had a proud -non bully policy- since '06, otherwise Clary would definitely be their first target.
The policy didn't prevent people from creating nicknames dough. So now when she was junior she had a very interesting bunch that varied from creative ones:The Martian (red hair), Woormie (that one she didn't understand),to those less interesting:Red,Bookie etc.
She was just that kind of girl. Clary did understand why her mother wanted her to have a boyfriend,to go on parties or sleepovers... Her mother wanted her to be normal teenager.
But most important thing about Clary was that she was true to herself, and would she pretend that she's someone else? Pretend to like things she actually loathes?
A lot of things changed because of one book. Christhopher Paolini's Eragon, to be precise.
Clary was standing on a tiny chair that librarians provided for her after ten thousandth time she tried jumping to grab a book. She still needs it, even after all this years the gave it to her.
But for some reason Eragon didn't want to cooperate. That stupid, awesome book just didn't want to fall in Clary's hand's. "Did those shelves had to be so high?" A thought that passed Clary's mind countless times. "C'mon book, you will soon be in my hands and we both know it...What?!"
Suddenly the book disappeared from the shelf. Someone took it from the other side of the shelf.
"Hell no, that book is mine!" The redheaded girl's thought's became almost murderous, no one took the book she wanted so much. She won't surrender without fight. Even if it's an old lady, or a retarded child, she will come home with that precise book!
Clary jumped from the chair and stepped closer to the person who will, easier or harder way, give her that book.
And what a surprise it was to her when she saw the person.
"Interesting, I was right. I will have to fight with a retarded child. I didn't even know he knows how to read."
AN/
I was bored. Didn't have the will to write the next chapter of NcroG so I came up with it's short but I'm still new at this. And seriously guys could you at least write something after you read the chapter?Anything?
Ugodan ostatak dana.