They said I was sick. I don't see why. People get scared all the time. It's natural. Right?
Why do we have to trust anyone anyway? The world is filled with meanies like the ones who hurt my daddy. Maybe not filled, but like maybe half way full.
And how do we know which is which anymore, huh?
Mommy was the one who got the meanies to leave after they hurt her, too. She says that they spread bright red paint all over daddy and that he was fine and just gonna be on a trip for a bit.
Mommy said that when I was seven, and it has been ten whole years since I've seen daddy. The last day I saw him was on my seventh birthday, and it's my birthday today! Mommy still won't let me drive, and I think it's because she doesn't trust me yet. I love my mommy with all of my heart, but sometimes I just want to take a super duper sharp knife and stab her eyes out. Ya know?
Since it's my seventeenth birthday today, mommy told me that I would be getting a surprise today! I'm so, so, so excited because I think it might be a real rainbow pony. We've been talking about this for a while now and maybe she's finally agreed to it.
Sometimes mommy just leaves and doesn't come back till the middle of the night, really dizzy looking. She will cry and cry around me, but I don't know why, though. She gets mad at me when I wake her up with my screaming or when I talk to Simon, the rat underneath my bed who wears glasses and has sideburns. Almost every time I see him, his cute little snout is buried in some big, confusing book that I wouldn't be able to read in a million-billion years.
When I get out of bed, I walk to the sink to brush my teeth with my Dora toothbrush that I got last week.
That's when mommy walks in. She looks tired, but relieved for some reason. I run over and give her a really big hug. She hasn't come home in a week.
"Where have you been, mommy?"
"Out."
I smile. "Oh. Well that makes sense."
"So what's my surprise?!" I said, really excited. At that, her face becomes unreadable.
"We are going to get you some help, sweetie. Ever since daddy… left, you have been different. A little sick. And your doctors said that you are finally old enough to go to a really good school for people like you where you can get some help. Real help. You start in two days."
After she said this, I got really confused.
"So no pony?"
She shook her head.
"Ok. Where are we going now?"
She fiddled with her hands, then took mine and looked into my green eyes. "See, that's the thing honey. I'm not coming with you."
I laughed. "Of course you're not coming with me. It's school, silly."
"No. Your new school is in Idris. Another country. And I have to stay here, in New York."
After she said this I ripped my hands from hers and stormed into my room and slammed the door. Then, I took my great grandma's expensive vase and slammed it onto the concrete floor, earning an annoyed glare from Simon.
I started packing.
I packed everything I own into my suitcase, including my favorite bunny slippers and my favorite froggy sweater.
Mommy didn't seem sad at all.
We then got into a cab with a driver that might kill us and started driving to the airport. Once we were at the airport, mommy walked up to a mean looking lady with a dark bun, blue eyes, and natural looking makeup, but even the makeup didn't hide her wrinkles.
"You are really old." And now she was really annoyed.
"Hello, you must be Clarissa," she said.
Only daddy could call me Clarissa, so I tackled her and pinned her to the ground, screaming at her. Then mommy picked me up and held me back.
"It's Clary."
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