CLARY POV.
It was cold in my room. Or should I say what I classify as my room. It was one big room with concrete walls and no carpet and a small metal door in the corner making it feel more like a prison that an apartment. The rent was $50 a week which was a lot for a 17 year old. I earned money by working at a café called tikis which was just 3 streets over. There was much furniture in my house other than a small barely working fridge and a wall covered with boxes I keep as storage for other people against one of the bright orange walls. My bed on the opposite side with a small desk next to it. 1 of the lights one the ceiling weren't working as usual and the other cast flickering shadows across the room. My watch said it was 6:30 but it felt like 4. I brush my tangled red hair, slip on my only pair of old sneakers, grab one of my few coats and lock the door behind me as I made my way out into the cold.
Pulling the hoodie over my head I make my way down the abandoned alleyway full of trash cans and dumpsters, which would normally bother people but I didn't mind. It was one of those things you get used to. The roads were just as empty as the alleyway as I made my way to Simon's house. It was just a few houses down from the guard which most people avoid. Since Sebastian's crew took over the area with no defeat guards are often posted at exits to the city so no-one can get in or out. I cautiously walk up the slippery steps to Simon's house which was as familiar as mine. He was out the door before I knocked. I swear he waits out the window sometimes. "Hey Fray," he says opening the door wider. "Hey Simon," I say smiling as he moves aside allowing me to come inside. Simon had dark brown, slightly curly hair that falls in to his eyes which were also dark brown. He had black glasses that make him look slightly older than he was and caused his eyes to look bigger. He looked tired I noticed as we walked into the bright kitchen. His mum said hello as we walk past her as she went in to the laundry to do washing. Simon's cat, Yossarian, meowed as I walked towards the hallway that leads to Simons room.
The walls were a bright blue and the room was much more furnished than mine. He had a television in the corner were we normally watch movies till late at night making us late for school the next morning. He had band posters on the wall and a double bed in the corner with a bookshelf stacked with books. On the bedside table was a book I painted him for his birthday when we were 8. I sit on the edge of his bed as he finished packing his school bag with maths homework and books from the library next to the school. "So… finally finish the maths test did ya," I ask smiling. He was good at maths but he didn't like doing it and I was to same but I normally had nothing to do so I did my homework. "Yeah, thanks to you text messaging me at 3 this morning and reminding me," said Simon obviously not happy about waking up early but he was smiling so I knew I wasn't in trouble. I had a bad habit of texting early. "You told me to remind you the morning we hand it in which happened to be today," I reply smiling back.
"I'm pretty sure I asked Yossarian to wake me up," Simon said with a puzzled expression. "Meh," he finishes flicking his hand smile and roll my eyes as I get up and walk out the bedroom door following Simon as we walk to school talking about a TV. Show Simon watched last night.