Chapter 1
Clary's POV
„Clary, you are going to miss your flight if you don't hurry up!", I hear my mum yelling from the kitchen downstairs. I know I should hurry up finishing packing all my stuff, but I just ain't ready to go…yet. My mum had this brilliant idea a couple of months ago, she had been scrolling down her facebook feed on the computer when she saw this advertisement for a Art School in New York –or so she told me-, and she came running to me and told me that she was going to send me to this art school. I don't know why she is so eager to get rid of me, but perhaps she just wants the best for me. I can't deny that I am a little bit excited to go somewhere new and meet other people, but I will also miss my mum and my little house that I call home.
When I come downstairs I see that mum is crying, but not in a bad way I think. „Oh, I am just going to miss you so bad my little angel" she says and wipes away the tears. „I will miss you too mum, you know that" I say and hug her tight. She looks at the clock, this ugly old clock that hangs on the wall above the stove, and says „your flight leaves in two hours, I think it's time to go honey". I hug her even tighter and then I step away, „well then, let's go! New York waits for no one".
When we arrive at the airport I suddenly feel a bit scared, I have never left my mother for such a long time. Well except for this one time when I went to summer camp when I was 12, but that was in the same country and just a couple of miles out of town. Now I am leaving her alone here in London while I go alone to New York, the city that never sleeps. When I have checked in I know it is time to say goodbye. I look her in the eyes and immidietely she knows how scared I am. „Oh my sweet angel, you don't have to be afraid. I will call you every night and check up on you. This will be such an adventure and you know it. Now give me a hug and then go and catch that flight" she says and smiles at me. I hug her and tell her that I love her and then I hurry to catch the flight.
Jocelyn's POV
I watch as my 17 year old daughter runs away from me to catch her flight to New York. I had been looking day and night for the perfect school for Clary that I know he would never find her in. And then I found that lowkey institute in New York and I immediately signed her up. I sure know I will miss those big red curls and those big green eyes of hers. But I know it is for her own good. She is not safe here with me, well not until I know for sure that he is dead or that he has been captured.