Chapter Song(s):
The Sun Is Rising~Britt Nicole
Tomorrow~Avril Lavigne
When The Darkness Comes~Colbie Caillat
Moving, sucks. Period. But it sucks a little more when the place you are moving to is like moving to a different planet. "Clary! Time to go! The trucks packed!"
I sighed, looking around my room one last time. The walls were bare, my art painted over white on the walls. Looking out the window, I took one last look at the grassy hills and the blooming, colorful flowers and the apples growing on the trees. I took one last look at the mailbox that had once said 124 FRAY and then + Lewis in messy fingerprint, with a purple and yellow handprint pair behind it. Even when we were eight, Simon's hand was bigger than mine. I'd delayed the move in every single way, signing up for everything I could. I now knew how to crochet, how to milk a goat, how to dye a giraffe without harming it, and how to tell twins apart, as well as the tango. I still sucked at all but one. Here I had danced since I was three, here I lost my first tooth, here I lost my last one. Here I'd taken my first steps. In the art store near the interstate I'd said my first words. I'd gone my whole entire school career here from 4-k to graduation. This place made-up who I was, and it made it so hard to let go. "Clary! Come outside now!" I ran my hand against the wall and closed my eyes, running down the stairs before I could make myself cry again.
It was my turn to drive and my mom was sleeping in the passenger seat when we made it into the city. My eyes widened, and my mouth dropped open. The sun was just setting, so the water was reflected a vibrant orange and the lights started to come on in each spiring buildings. I'd seen pictures and video of this, but seeing it in person didn't even compare. I followed the GPS and made it to the place where I would spend the rest of my life, at least until collage ended. I had an audition for Juliard on monday. I shook my mom awake, and then we started unpacking the contents of our whole lives and lugging it up the stairs into the apartment building. It was colder than I was used to, and I suddenly wished for a hoodie. As we moved ourselves in to the apartment, my mom straightening up the kitchen and me retreating into my new room. I climbed atop the bare mattress, gazing out of the two winds that were right beside it's spot backed against the one wall. I sat my chin on my hands and watched the city people pass by, from business men to moms with babies to business women to runners to teens to collage kids to everything. As time moved on, the passerby came few and far between. I pulled on my pajamas and made the bed, snuggling under the comforter. I watched the people carry on their way as my eyes fell shut.
I'm no stranger to moving, so I know how it feels. Anyone with me? Something very interesting will happen in the first chapter. This was just sort of a prologue to shape Clary's character. You like?~Mermaid12108