Hello once again. Have you ever wondered how the Mortal Instruments would have ended up if Alec, Isabelle, Jace, Clary, etc. were perfectly normal? No shadow hunter crap… anything. Well, I'm about to write about it and try to keep it as cool as I possibly can and not ruin an awesome trilogy for you guys… Enjoy my newest story… "Normality" (Some of it is in 1st person and some of it is in 3rd person I will tell you when this takes place)
CHAPTER 1
*Alec's POV*
Ring! Buzz. Ring! Buzz. My phone alarm. "Ugh!" I really have to go through another day? Damn. I turned the bloody noise maker off and laid back down. It wasn't exactly late I had a while before I started getting mad at the world for everything everyone was burdened with every year. I tried to clear my head and let pain lull me to sleep with the relaxing remedy I used for everything. But sleep would not come. I had finally slept now with 3 long nights of lying awake staring up at the ceiling, and now it was just going to happen again.
What was the use?
I sat up and dragged myself out of bed. My feet found the ground and stood, forgetting my routine of periodic dizziness each morning. I stumbled around momentarily, then made my way to the dresser to get some clothes. I removed my pants and T-shirt for the night and put fresh ones on. I looked in the mirror to see what I had dressed myself in.
Black skinny jeans with a chain on the right side, and a black and red checkered T-shit. "Not bad for a random pick, Alec" I whispered to myself. I went to the bathroom and flat ironed my hair to the normal "emo" look, and flipped it into my face.
Staring in the bathroom mirror I happened to notice my wrist. Shit. I washed what was left of the once beautiful color off of my arm. Thank god I didn't go out with that on there. I remember what had happened the night before and the reason I had done it to myself.
My vision blurred and my throat ached. I leaned on the sink and put my head down to regain what was left of my "normal" attitude.
I ran back into my room grabbed (as always) my black hightops and slid a black jacket on. My phone made it's way into my pocket and I threw my iPod into my book bag. I looked at the time. 7:25. Just in time. I grabbed the door knob, sighed, then made my way out the kitchen.
*Isabelle's POV (same time as ^^^)*
I awoke in a sweat, but it was Fall and my fan had somehow been turned on in the night. I was uncomfortable. VERY uncomfortable. "Shit!" I swiftly and reluctantly got out bed and went to the bathroom. I hated this time of the month. Constant mood swings, hot flashes… Blood. Just a mess.
I got a tampon from under the sink. I pulled my underwear down. A sigh of relief passed my lips. Thank god. It hadn't gotten on anything. I grabbed a pad just in case and went to my bedroom to get dressed.
I pulled some pink tights, a black tutu, and pink and black stripped long sleeved T-shit from my closet. I got a bra from my drawer and got to work getting into my outfit. I pulled some black work boots out and put those on. I ran a brush through my long black hair, then stuffed my cell phone in my book bag. Shit. I forgot my eyeliner.
Running quickly to my vanity, I managed to get some black liquid eyeliner on and just in the nick of time. I looked at the clock 7:25. Another day of school coming quick.
I grabbed my door knob, took one last look in the mirror and opened it, heading towards the kitchen.
*Alec's POV*
Me and my sister arrived in the kitchen at the same time. Of course, we always managed to do that, which was oddly unique… I guess.
Our younger brother, Max, was at the table eating already, of course. Our mom was sitting too, most likely waiting for us. And our dad was sitting at the end of the table reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. Isabelle grabbed some toast and started making a quick smoothie. I stood waiting for our ride to get there already, I never ate in the mornings.
Today it was quiet, like always. No one spoke to each other because there really wasn't anything to say, or worth saying for that matter. My phone rang filling the dead silence with my favorite song. I blushed a little and read the text. "Here." From Jace.
"Izzy."
She looked up from the counter with a piece of burnt toast in her mouth. She nodded, poured her concoction into a Styrofoam cup and followed me outside.
A white Chevrolet caked with mud sat in front of our house. Isabelle threw her book bag in the bed and hopped into the passenger's seat. I kept my pace, not speeding up for anything. I reached in my book bag and found my iPod then got in the bed of the truck, not wanting to socialize with them.
The truck started again. It stalled at first, then went on hoping to make it to its destination. The back window opened up and someone tapped me on the shoulder. I pulled one of my ear buds out of my ear and looked. It was Isabelle.
"What song?" She asked, always being the one to let curiosity get the best of her.
"What concern is it to you?" I said and turned around.
A new voice emerged into the conversation. "Nice…"
I poked my head through the window and put my hood down. I turned to the left to see the recognizable golden hair of Jace Herondale. His hands were on the worn out leather of the once solid black steering wheel. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a black leather jacket and a pair of blue jeans. I rolled my eyes and turned my music up further.
We approached our high school quickly with his reckless driving. I groaned and pulled my hood back up. Jace parked and he and Isabelle got out. I threw her book bag out and jumped over the side onto the wet pavement.
Dark clouds covered the sky. As infinite as you knew it was, it only seemed to go on for not even a mile of so before it was irrevocably swallowed by darkness. The school was a whole two stories of pure hell and the teachers were each a unique kind of devil ready to feed on anything and everything you messed up on.
I watched everything from behind my hair and my hood. I saw criticism, lust, hate. And it wasn't so much the students saying crap and getting things started, it was the teachers.
I was walking behind Jace and Isabelle, staring down at my feet, knowing that any moment, the bell would ring and I would be forced to waste my time doing something I would never use in my entire life. Sooooo what do you think? Should I continue it or just add it to my "worthless" stories list? Sorry if I ruined The Mortal Instruments for you… This is how I picture the characters if they were… "normal" I guess. REVIEW! Or tell me about your stories that you've written so I can tell other people about them. Or just type your username just to let me know that you give a damn.! Tell me about something you want to see happen… WARNING: this chapter is not as graphic as the ones to come! Some will contain rather graphic things… DO NOT keep reading if you really don't like to see these things in writing. Thanks. LifesDisgrace.