Hi! So its me Karissa, and I am back with my latest story! I don't have much for this bio, I just wanted to say, yes I know my stories are extremely angsty and depressing, but that's what I'm best at! But I hope you do like it!
So I basically just described the characters as they look in the movie, because lets face it, that's how everyone thinks of them now
I wanna give you guys a song still like I used to! So right now I am obsessed with the song 'Rise' by Colton Dixon…. Soo…. Check it out!
Disclaimer: uhhhh last I checked I was only 15 and don't even own an iPhone… so ya I definitely don't own TMI either….
ENJOY!
Chapter 1: I'm Clary
I woke up in a haze. The events from the night before a total blur. I had no clue where I was, but then my vision cleared and I was more than relieved to find myself in my own bedroom. The alarm buzzing annoyingly, letting me know it was time to wake up. I punched the snooze button then sat up, light flooding in through the window, making the small, bare white room seem brighter than usual, blinding me. I pushed myself off the bed and softly padded over to the window, not wanting to wake anyone. Soon reality sunk in and my ankle began to hurt like hell. I softly winced in pain and sat myself down on the mahogany wooden floor, pulling my ankle close to me so I could examine it.
Bruises and cuts led all down my leg, I followed them until my eyes reached my ankle, which was swollen and bruised. I rolled it, trying to loosen it up, it helped a bit, but not much.
Carefully I pulled myself up off of the cold, hard floor and limped over to my dresser. I turned on the small lamp that sat atop of it and pulled one of the drawers. I grabbed an old pair of light was jeans that had tears down the legs, thankfully no skin was visible through them, or else they would have been thrown out long ago.
After that I quietly shut the door and walked over to my closet, which was very small, but looked larger due to the small amount of clothing it contained. I grabbed just a simple black tank top and slowly headed for my door.
I pushed it open and tip toed down the tiny hallway and into the bathroom. Shutting the door I went over and turned the shower on.
While I waited for the water to heat up I examined my appearance in the mirror. I was pale. Too pale. Even for someone who lived in New York. My hair was red, not the ginger red you would imagine but more of a dark crimson. Nothing striking. It fell just past my shoulders in unruly curls that I didn't even bother with. In the center of my face were two dull green orbs. I had sad eyes. It wasn't hard to see that.
The worst thing about my appearance was the countless number of bruises that not only covered [as mentioned previously] my legs, but also my arms, and my stomach, and my back, and my chest, and my neck, and even my face.
I sighed at my unfortunate appearance. I knew I wasn't pretty, I have been called ugly a countless number of times by a countless number of people. You start to believe these things after a while, especially when your own family is the ones saying these things about you.
Not wanting to waste any more time, I hopped into the shower and quickly got cleaned up, making sure to clean off any dry blood from the surface of my skin.
For a moment I just stood there, letting the hot water hit my bruises, relaxing my tense skin, and dreading the upcoming day. I closed my eyes, letting the steam take me to a different place, a different world, a different life. Any place other than this one.
While most people are dying to live in the city, I'm dying to get out.
My eyes snapped open as the water started to get cold. I made a mini squeal and jumped out of the stream of icy water and quickly shut the water off in one not so swift movement. Then jumped out of the shower, and wrapped the old worn out towel around me.
Once I was dry and dressed, I took a small hand towel and wiped the steam off the mirror in front of me so I was able to see my own reflection. I brushed my teeth then turned my attention to my face and neck, which needed some serious attention.
I opened up one of the bathroom drawers and started to cover up my face. My routine consisted of concealer, foundation, powder, and some mascara, and took about ten minutes. Once none of the bruises or cuts were visible, I brushed out my hair and let the curls fall down around my face, helping hide any dark marks that could be visible on my hairline.
I quickly walked to my room after cleaning up the bathroom. I walked over to the outlet on the other side of the small room, crouched down , grabbing my old 2008 flip phone off its charger and shoved it into my back pocket. I went over to the small, rickety chair that was set next to my door. I grabbed the thin gray jacket, and threw it on and zipped it up halfway. Seeing the time I threw my black backpack over my shoulders and quickly slipped on my worn out black converse.
I walked out into the living room, peering over at the passed out drunken body that was spread out in a very uncomfortable position on our already quite unpleasant sofa. I reached the door and unlocked the flimsy lock that wouldn't be hard for someone to unlock and break into, and was just pushing open the door and about to head out until I heard the voice of my mother.
"Clarissa Fray" said her angry voice. "Where are you going?"
"Just to school mother" I responded to her, not even bothering to turn around and face her.
"You be back before me, 5:00 as usual" she demanded.
"not like I have anything better to do" I sighed nodding, then walking out the door and slamming it behind me.
I slowly made my way down the flights of stairs and out to the street, making my way down the road and to the bus stop. I lived just on the outskirts of the city, and the nearest school bus stop was about two miles down the road, so I personally find it much easier to take the city bus to the school. The stop is only half a mile from my house and stops at about a ten to fifteen minute walk from my school. And a kid who lives on my street named Simon has the same idea as well.
I guess this where the story will starts transitioning into me telling you a bit about school life.
Simon is one of the geeks. Curly brown hair and large glasses, extremely tall and not well built at all. And his posture wasn't the best in the world, but he wasn't that unfortunate looking. don't get me wrong, I don't like him or anything, it's just, it's not like anyone would ever go for me. So there really isn't even any point in having a crush.
I have never actually talked to Simon. Every once in a while he will sit next to me on the bus, usually when it's one of the last seats and his choice is either me, a paranoid old lady that always makes people drink her raw egg shake to make sure it isn't poisoned by her son in law who she "Swears is out to get her", or a hobo who always strokes peoples hair and face. So I guess I, loser freak Clary Fray, am the most normal choice out of the three.
But that's all that happens. Sitting. He used to say hi, or ask if he could sit, which I would simply just nod in response, but now he just sits without asking. Its no big deal.
I waited at the bus stop, a bit early, seeing as I got there before Simon, which was rare seeing that he was the type of person who hated to be late. But after a few minutes he arrived, sitting next to me on the opposite side of the bench, waiting in silence, the only sound that could be heard were the sounds of buzzing cars and busy people coming from the city, which we were soon about to enter.
Once the bus pulled up, I flashed my city bus pas then took my normal seat in the front row, luckily there were plenty of open seats so I had the bench all to myself.
I looked o down at my arm. I had pushed my jacket sleeve up a little and was running my cold bony fingers along the scars when the bus came to a stop. I looked up noticing it was my stop and quickly getting up and hurrying off the bus.
I stepped onto the rough sidewalk and morphed my way into the crowd, walking as fast as I was able to.
A burst of cold air hit me while I was turning the corner and I looked up to see the gray overcast sky. I sighed, pulling up the hood of my jacket over my head and just kept making my way towards the school.
By the time I arrived outside the school I still has about fifteen minutes to spare, and was not yet ready to enter the hell hole that is crestview high school.
I sat on the grass outside the school, back pressed against a wall, pulled out my sketch book, and began drawing, well, I don't really know. I was kind of lost in my own thoughts, which was just the way I liked it.
Only about five to ten minutes had passed when a loud noise disturbed me from my thoughts. I glanced up to see a nice black Lexus screeching into the school parking lot, Booming some rock song that I had no clue what song it could be. The car sped into the spot it always did, front and center, and out stepped Isabelle and Alec Lightwood. I knew what was coming next. I took a deep breath as I watched the black motorcycle speed up and onto the sidewalk. The rider parked his bike right in front of the school, which he used to get yelled at, but people just stopped caring. Or he bribed the administrators. Who knew.
After the engine was shut off, a black helmet was taken off, revealing the schools golden boy, and adoptive brother of Alec and Isabelle Lightwood; Jace Wayland.
I had to admit, he was stunning. Everyone knew it, hell, even he knew it. His hair was a golden blond shade, it was long, but not too long, and it curled just at the end. He was extremely tall, and pretty well built. He had flawless skin, that wasn't pale, but not tan either. Then there was his eyes, which were a unique shade of gold.
He was wearing his usual, extremely nice black jeans, with his laced up boots, a gray top, and an expensive leather jacket. He was, along with being the hottest guy in school, also the 'bad boy' of the school. Jace Wayland, hot, badboy, popular, heartbreaker. That sums it up.
I didn't even realize I had been staring at him, when as he walked by my he turned to me, once again snapping me out of my thoughts.
"What the hell are you staring at?" he asked in his normal jerky tone.
"Sorry." I murmured under my breath, ducking my head down.
"Come on lets go" he said to his siblings, and with that they walked away.
Alec and Isabelle were twins. They had the same dark hair, same skin color, heck they even had the same gothic style. The only difference was that while Isabelle had dark shadowy eyes, Alec's were a bright baby blue.
Isabelle was extremely gorgeous. She basically could get any guy she wanted to, and she did. I didn't know her, but she was popular, and hated my guts just like every other soul who knew me. It was the same exact circumstances with Alec, except he was gay, and it certainly was no secret, as much as he attempted hiding it.
I was once again, and finally for that morning, snapped out of my thoughts when the bell rang. I rushed to gather my stuff and bound up the steps of the school,getting ready for this next day of torture.
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-Karissa
