Disclaimer:I sadly do not own the Mortal Instruments nor Lucy really. Soooo please just read this and put me out of my misery.
My life has not always been miserable. In fact it was quite good but that was before my mother died and a part of my father died with her. She took a part of all of us really, she took some of the worst parts of me and my brother, my father on the other hand was left with the worst of him. He was left with the part that was cold, dark, and so very distant. I am not sure if him being so distant is a good thing of not. I love him but sometimes he can be terrifying. His eyes turning warm brown to a terrifying cold black. It contrasted nicely with his white-blond hair. My brother looks really similar to him except for his eyes, whereas my father has his dark pits for eyes, my brother Jon has a light emerald green a shade lighter than my own. I on the other hand look like my mother with my fiery red wild curls and my short stature and emerald green eyes. The difference was that she was beautiful whereas I was ordinary, her hair was always in loose tame curls and her green eyes were always full of life and brightness she had no spray of freckles across her glowing ivory cheeks.
I was eight when she died and my father turned dark. I was ten when he hit me for the first time and sixteen when he hit me for the last time in the past two years. I love him but I am so terrified of him at the same time. My brother never knew of him doing this except for one time in which he then yelled at my father for the misery he's put us through, let's just say that my father was a lot more careful about where and when he beat. I know it seems as if he should have been arrested for child abuse or something like that but he was a fair and just king which made the people of the palace lenient when it came to what he did to his children.
When I woke up on my eighteenth birthday already dreading all that would happen today. There would be no huge extravagant party for me. My father would probably not even acknowledge that I was a year older. Oh well I guess Lucy will care.
I was right she cared, she cared too much. She came bustling into my room squealing over how old I was getting and how I should dress up even if my father forgets that I was born today and so many other things that I could never in my entire life keep up with. "Lucy! Calm down it's just my birthday!" I scream to get her attention, "But it isn't just any old birthday Clary! It's your eighteenth birthday!" she squeals. I wince and hold my ear "You sound like a schoolgirl who caught her crush staring at her and was retelling the story to all her friends," I say trying to get her to stop trying to blow my eardrums out, "Oh Clary when will you learn to stop being so blunt and negative! It's unbecoming," she chastises. "When you stop trying to make me girly and pretty and frankly a bit annoying," I shoot back grinning, "Oh you think you're so clever don't you? Well you will regret that because now we will be highlighting your natural beauty,"-roll my eyes at the "natural beauty" that's what she calls trying to make me pretty-"Big time," she says with a smirk. Oh no what have I gotten myself into now?
Okay so new FanFic! My best friend in the whole world helped me with this(by coming up with Lucy's name and I was thinking about her when I wrote it) But yeah Alex you are awesome and I love ya! Soooooooooooo...Please review for me! Even if you speak another language I can put it through Google translate!:):):):)
~M
P.S. Just realized that y'all had no clue who Lucy is. Lol.