Tragic Love: Chapter 1 - Bloom
Clarissa Fray walked through the gates of her new school. As she had lain in her bed the night before she had imagined gargoyles and thunderclouds, but as she arrived she was pleasantly surprised. The cream walls of the arched entrance were covered in flower-specked ivy and Clary allowed herself a small gasp as she took in the main entrance of Abbington Boarding School. The floors were cobblestone and the walls were painted with beautiful murals of foreign city landscapes. In the middle of the entrance was a grand staircase that spiralled up into the upper floors. Clary could see that there were many doors that came off this room and assumed that this was the heart of the school.
As Clary looked around in stunned silence she was oblivious to a curly haired girl approaching her. The girl tapped her on the shoulder and she whirled around to meet her. The girl that stood in front of her was flamboyant to say the least. She wore crimson stilettos, a pinstriped blouse and a pencil skirt, giving her a look that was much like a secretary's. She also wore a huge grin, which disturbed Clary immensely. The girl's hand shot out at her, "Hi, I'm Isabelle Lightwood, Izzy if you prefer, student body president here at Abbington. For now I'm also your tour guide and friend. Clary shook the hand feebly, suddenly cautious of her surroundings, "Hi. I'm Clarissa, but people usually call me Clary."
"Great! So let's get your backs up to the dormitory. Let's see..." The girl let out a high pitched squeal of excitement that made Clary want to run and hide from this strange girl. "Let's go roomy!" Clary rolled her eyes as she followed the girl up the grand staircase, lugging her huge suitcase behind her as she went.
Her and Izzy's room was immaculate. The walls were painted a calming shade of purple and everything seemed to be in place. The bed of the student she was replacing had a florally patterned duvet set on it, which pleased Clary as she loved nature and flowers. Izzy squealed again as she fell onto her stripy bed, "We're going to paint each other's nails do our hair, gossip!" Clary smiled at her new friend, but she had to admit that she was not the usual type of girl. She didn't enjoy painting nails, her hair always fell limply at her shoulders and gossip was the thing she hated the most. Clary loved to listen to alternative music and draw things and write deep, sentimental poetry, she had no idea how to act like a girly girl.
As Clary was thinking about how hard it was going to be to fit in here someone walked into the room. "Izzy, has the new girl arrived yet..." The boy's speech trailed of as he caught sight of Clary. Clary stifled a gasp as she eyed the boy. He was wearing a black button down and black skinny jeans, but it was not this that drew Clary's attention. He had a lean jaw, plump lips, long golden hair and gleaming golden eyes to match. Gosh, Clary thought, he looks as if he fell from heaven. Come on Clary, say something cool... "Yep, here I am." Clary praised herself for not sputtering out the words into a nervous heap. "Jace Wayland, it's extremely nice to meet you..." There was an awkward silence before Clary realised he was waiting for her name. "Oh! Sorry! Clary, my name is Clary." He laughed at this before putting his hand on the back of his neck. Izzy walked in between the two of them, "Jace, go away. I'm trying to get to know my roommate and besides we have to leave for the tour. If you dare try and use your charm on her I will not be responsible for my actions." Izzy pulled Clary up from the bed and out of the room. "Time for the tour!" exclaimed Izzy as she continued to drag the new girl down the halls away from the angel that had just graced her with his presence.