Ok, I'm replacing 'out of bounds and forbidden' with something else… it's not going to be a CEO kinda thingy, but omething else, tell me if this is good….
My life was like a puzzle. But when it finally looked like all the pieces would fit together, someone had to come over and destroy it. Again.
"Clary!" My mother called.
We were living in downtown New York, dusty windows, creaky stairs, small rooms, non-working lightbulbs and the creepy porch, the whole lot. It wasn't as bad once you stepped inside. Mother had been trying hard to keep it up-to-shape and up-to-date, which took a lot of work. And the touchy subject. Money.
Money was always low, my mother's paintings always sold, but my mother could only paint so fast. My life also came with a lot of paying ,my tuition, my supplies, things to keep me living. Everything didn't seem to add up. Not always.
Mother used to tell me to California. How she used to live in Beverly Hills with her rich husband, Valentine Morgenstern. They divorced, having fight over how Valentine never wanted a girl, never wanted a second child. I was the problem, their divorce was the consequence. And the guilt always hung above my head, even through I knew it wasn't my fault. But somehow, I felt it was.
"Mother?" I asked.
"Come here! We are going back to California!" She said. I took a cautious step forward, I was treading on bomb-lidden ground, a touch subject.
"Why?" I asked.
"You got free tuition at The Shadowhunter Academy! You got in because of your high rankings," She said, giddy.
"Where are we going to live?" I asked.
"Oh somewhere near Beverly Hills," She says, waving a hand.
"We go tomorrow!" She says.
"Tommorow?" I ask, incredulous, I run back upstairs, taking out my suitcase.
"Yes, and we'll set everything in our house, then run to Beverly Hills and meet my friends there," She says, clapping her hand together.
"I got our plane tickets and were good!" She says, smiling.
But I didn't feel good, when my life was just clicking into place, she comes and distorts it once again. And Again. And again. Maybe my life will never be a complete puzzle, it will always be a unfinished one.