Welcome to The Kingdom Awaits. A fantasy of a fantasy world. Hope y'all like it.
"Clary, wake up! Today's the day." Camille, Clary's foster mother, yanked back the curtains of her window. Clary groaned loudly and pulled the covers over her head.
"You mean the day I die? Finally." Clary mumbled. Camille pulled the blankets off of the girl despite the groans of protests and stood at the edge of her bed with her hands on her hips.
"No, I mean it's the last day of school. Now get up, you don't want to be late." Clary sat up reluctantly at the woman's words and rubbed her eyes.
"Do I have to go? We're literally going for like three hours and then coming back home."
"I don't care, I'm in charge of you and as long as I'm in charge you have to go to school." Camille threw a shirt at Clary and then rummaged through her dresser for a clean pair of pants.
"Technically, now that I'm 18 I'm an adult and you're not really in charge of me." Clary yanked on the shirt with a smile and Camille glared at her. The woman was only in her late 20's so it was easy for Clary to have felt close to her because they didn't have much of an age gap.
"I care too much about you to let you start making your own decisions." Camille grinned back at Clary as she shoved a pair of shorts at her. "I've got pancakes for you before you leave so hurry!" She screamed as she left the room.
Clary shook her head with a smile as she fully got dressed. Today was going to be great. Not because Clary got to leave school early and hang out with her friends all day, no. It was precisely the opposite of that. Being a foster kid meant that Clary had to move around a lot and that made it hard to make friends. So when she came to Camille's house before her junior year Clary had decided she wouldn't even try to make friends, it wasn't worth it.
So today would be great because school would end and Clary would get to come back home and hang out with Camille. She wouldn't have to sit with all the kids she despised for more than a few measly hours and that was cause for celebration.
Of course, Clary knew that in a few days she would have to return to her school for graduation. That was cause for celebration too obviously, but Clary wasn't looking forward to it in the slightest. She had managed to become valedictorian and would have to make a speech. As it turns out, having no friends frees up a lot of time for studying.
Clary finally left her room and entered the kitchen to find that her two foster brothers were fighting over who got the largest pancake. Clary laughed as she watched them and stood at Camille's side who simply shook her head.
"I offered to make some more but..." She motioned to the fight as if that would be enough to explain.
"Jonathon! Sebastian!" The two boys looked up at Clary who still had a large grin on her face. She didn't even say anything for the two to stop.
"Sorry." They said simultaneously. They weren't twins or related for that matter, but they certainly acted like they were.
"Okay, I should go. I'll see you in a bit, Camille. Bye Jon, bye Seb." Clary called out to her family as she ran for the door. She drove to school but it was already getting late and it was a 15-minute drive.
At school, Clary keeps her head low and just maneuvers from class to class. She always brings her drawing pad and usually no one bothers her but today was different, it didn't matter what anyone said today because they might never see each other again. So there were no rules, not even between lifelong friends...
20 more minutes. Clary thought looking down at her phone. 20 more minutes and I can leave this hellhole. It should be easy to get through 20 minutes, right? That would indeed be true if Kaelie Whitewillow wasn't in her class.
Every school or more so every grade has the queen bee. The girl who thinks she's the best just because she's pretty and popular. She's the one who gets all the guys, is the captain of the cheer squad and somehow always gets away with being an absolute and complete-
"Clary, right?" Kaelie suddenly appears in the seat in front of Clary. She twists around and leans her elbows on Clary's desk.
"Yeah," Clary replies sharply. She notices that Kaelie's arm is on her sketchpad and yanks the book backward. Kaelie gives Clary a poison grin after having to readjust her posture.
"What's that?" Kaelie questions the sketchpad and Clary begins to regret drawing attention to the object by yanking it out from under Kaelie's arm.
"Nothing, just a notebook I draw in." Clary shakes her head. "Listen, no offense or anything, but you've never really talked to me before, so could you just tell me what you want and leave me alone."
Kaelie looks slightly taken aback by this comment but she simply narrows her eyes and grins. "I just wanted to wish you a great summer." Kaelie turns to get up but then 'accidentally' drops whatever sort of drink she had been holding. Clary jolts up from her seat as the liquid spreads across the desk and drips all over her pants and her sketchpad.
"Oops, spilled my coffee," Kaelie says with a mock pout. "My bad."
Clary fights back the urge to yell at her, it's what she wants after all. Instead, Clary regains her composure and shakes her sketchpad dry a little. "No problem at all, at least it wasn't hot."
The bell rings and Clary waves to Kaelie as she leaves. The girl just glares back at Clary before flipping her hair and leaving with her friends.
The moment Clary gets to her car she throws her stuff in and attempts to pat her legs dry. After getting herself mostly stain free, Clary examines the damage done to her sketchpad. There was good and there was bad. The good is that it could've been a lot worse. The bad? Her favorite drawing was completely ruined.
"God I hate her!" Clary exclaims as she rips the soaked page from the book.
"Yeah, there's nothing like a good coffee soaking to really make you hate a person." Clary almost jumped at the random voice. She spun around to see a guy with curly blonde hair leaning against her car just a few feet away from her. He was wearing sunglasses and really weird clothing.
"Excuse me?" Clary raised her eyebrows.
"I'm just saying, you want someone to hate you, pour coffee on them. Doesn't even have to be hot, although I have found that hot coffee works better." The mystery guy had a completely straight face though Clary could hear a joking tone in his voice.
"Who are you?" Clary asked. She didn't recognize him from school and she knew that she wouldn't forget a face like his.
"You know it hurts me that you have to ask that. Truly I am in pain right now." The guy stood straight and held a hand over his heart. "But I guess I have to cut you some slack after all your entire life was a lie."
"What are-" Clary attempted to ask. She was so confused.
"Anyway, I should probably go." The guy started walking away backward. "See you soon, Clarissa."
And just as soon as he appeared he was gone. Clary took a step after him but was too puzzled to actually attempt to chase after him. A million thoughts were going through Clary's mind as she entered her car. Who was that guy? What did he mean that her entire life was a lie? And how did he know what her name was?
So just a short little first chapter of Clary's normal everyday life. Now obviously we all know who the mystery man is but still one question remains. What was he doing there?
