I woke up to the sound of my alarm. Annoyed I swing my arm to hit it but instead my arm connects with a body. I slowly open my eyes to see the golden boy laying next to me, peacefully sleeping. He looks so innocent, so pure. But I know when he wakes up, he's different.
Let me start from the beginning. My name is Clarissa Fairchild and i'm 17 years old. I live with my older brother John in Idris. The city of angels.
I go to high school with my brother and my best friend Simon Lewis. That's where I met Jace.
5 months ago...
The new apartment was tiny. So different from my old house in Brooklyn. That's where I lived...with my parents. But that's in the past now. Because they're dead.
„Are you alright?" John asks softly. When I turn to him he looks worried. What does he expect me to say? Oh yeah i'm fine! Everything is perfect.
All I can do is nod. We only moved because of me. My grades weren't the best. I started having panic attack's and I was angry often. So my brother decided to move. He thought that's exactly what I needed. Well he's wrong. I hate this apartment. I hate Idris and i hate my life.
First day of school...
My new alarm throws me out of my dream. I hate it. But that doesn't mean anything because right now I hate everything.
I get up and take a shower. The hot water is amazing though. I rub my coconut shampoo into my hair. I take a deep breath and smile sadly. The smell reminds me of Mom. I miss her voice and her smile, I miss how she would kiss me on the forehead when i was sad. I close my eyes and just stand there for a few minutes. That's all I grant myself.
Then I grab a towel and step out of the bathroom. My clothes are here already since 2 weeks. I put on some ripped skinny jeans and a green blouse that brings out my eyes. I have long red hair that reach my hips. I put on some mascara along with lip gloss. Then I go downstairs to find John sitting st the kitchentable waiting for me.
„Good Morning." he smiles slightly. He has blond curls just like dad but we have the same green eyes.
„Morning" i grumble. I've never bin a morning person but john on the other hand wakes up at 6am on Saturday. Sometimes I wonder what the hell is wrong with him.
„Excited?"
„Yeah sort of" I replie
„You got this Munchkin"
I grunt and punch him playfully on his arm. I hate that nickname and he knows it.
At the door I put on my black knee high boots with 5 cm heels. I grab our motorbike and speed to school. I search for a parking spot and when I finally find one I sigh annoyed. I'll be late on my first day. Great.
