All the characters belong to Cassandra Clare.
I have some Ocs too.
It was Halloween and Tessa didn't seem to have anything to do. She lay on her bed with her arms sprawled on either side of her and gazed at her honey coloured bedroom ceiling. The blue walls could hardly be seen because of the framed photos of Tessa'a family on every inch of it.
A large bookshelf covered one of the walls. A study desk beside it.
A black curtain was drawn at her bedroom window, blocking the evening light. Her bedroom light was turned off, so she lay in the dark.
Suddenly the sound of ringing sounded through the whole house and Tessa, lazily, ran to pick up the phone.
"Hello." she said.
"Hey, Tessa, wanna go trick or treating with me and Sophie?" came Jem's voice from the other end.
"Sure, since I've nothing else to do." Tessa replied.
"Ok, we'll meet you at the train station in an hour." Jem said.
"Right, I'll go get ready."
Tessa started looking for a suitable outfit to wear.
About half an hour later, she had on ketchup at the corners of her lips and lipstick smeared over it, trying to make it look more realistic. Around her neck she had on a ribbon with a rose made out of another ribbon, both sewed together. Her hair was in a plait, a bit of it boxed around her cheeks. The two pins she had in her hair were red and had red roses made out of ribbons attached to them. The clothes she was wearing were her everyday clothes. She didn't have any beautiful dresses, because they'd cost a lot of money. She wore knee shorts, a full arm length shirt with the picture of
Count from Sesame Street, and ankle socks covered with her sneakers. She told her brother, Nate, about where she was going, because there was no one else at home. Her father, Richard Gray, was at work, and Tessa's mother, Elizabeth Gray, had passed away a couple of years ago.
She headed out with a plastic bag scrunched up in her right hand.
Since the train station was about a street or two way from Tessa's home, she'd reached it in three minutes.
She hadn't brought a book to read in case she had to wait. Her cellphone was at home as well, so playing a game on her phone was another thing she couldn't do. She tapped her sneakers on the concrete of the abandoned train station, and walked her way over to a stable bench to sit on. However, before she could sit down, she saw a pile of bird do dried on it. She groaned and leaned back against a pillar, after making sure it didn't have anything on it. Well there was dirt of course, but something other than dirt.
The train station had been abandoned thirty years ago and now had dozens of trees growing in it, literally.
Tessa started humming and ran her memories around in her head. She smiled to herself as she remembered the time when she was seven and had climbed the backyard fence to get over to the neighbours yard. Her family had started searching for her. After about four hours of searching their home, they'd decided to ask their neighbours. The first one they'd asked had said that Tessa'd been feeding the crows in their backyard. Tessa'd been grounded for a month that time.
She jumped at the noise of a branch cracking. It'd come behind a brocken train's cabin. Retreat and curiosity battled in her head. Curiosity won, as always, and moved her feet toward the noise. She walked around the box and …
"Happy Halloween!" Jem and Sophie shouted.
Tessa jumped back.
"You guys, you scared the life out of me!" She said.
"Hah, hah, it was funny." Jem said.
"No, it was not." Tessa replied.
"Yes it was." Sophie said.
"No, it wasn't!"
"Yes it was!"
"No, it wasn't!"
'Yes, it was!"
No it wasn't!" Tessa said.
"No it wasn't!" Jem and Sophie jinxed.
"Yes, it was! Whoops." Tessa said.
"Hah, see you admit it." Sophie said.
"You tricked me."
"No, we did no such thing. Now did we, Mister Jem?"
"Certainly not, fair Sophie."
They all burst into laughter at Jem's and Sophie's terrible British accents.
They all went around the neighbourhood, earning lollies, but with it, the looks people gave them, obviously meaning to say that Jem, Sophie and Tessa weren't little kids anymore.
All three ended up with their bags full of chocolate, sour snakes, lollipops and other sweets. Nearly spilling out of the bags.
They all went home at around nine p.m.
Once Tessa was home, she spilled out all the sweets onto the kitchen counter, and let Nate take all of the chocolates since she hated them.
She popped a lollipop into her mouth and closed the rest of the sweets in a plastic box, which she left on the counter before going to her room.
Her father would be home in ten minutes, but by then Tessa would have fallen asleep no matter how hard she would try to stay up.
She had fallen asleep by the time her father came home. Richard Gray came home later than usual that night, at one a.m. Nate was still up, waiting for his father to come home.
Once Richard had rounded the corner to their living room, two hands had gripped at his collar and pushed him against the wall.
Then came his son's angry voice.
"What in the Angel's name are you doing dad? Coming home late, smelling like alcohol? Do you have any idea how lonely Tessie's been? She tries to stay up, waiting for you to come home, and falls asleep knowing that her father's still not home yet! Are you insane?!" Nate shouted, taking out the anger he'd kept inside.
Richard didn't reply.
"You don't deserve her. Just because mom died, you don't have to be such a jerk." Nate said under his breath and marched up to his room.
Richard walked to his daughter's room and opened the door. Only to find her sprawled on her bed, with a lollipop stick in her mouth.
He took it out, and set her rightly onto her bed.
He apologised mentally to her and turned to leave, but Tessa's hand was gripping his.
"Daddy." She whispered in her sleep.
A sob escaped Richard's mouth, and with tears streaming down his face, he began to apologise frantically, even though Tessa couldn't hear him. Tessa always used to call her daddy when she was little. They'd barely seen each other in the last two years.
"Daddy." She whispered again.
"I'm so sorry, my little angel, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." he cried on her pillow, beside her head.