Clary sighed when the coach told everyone to, "Do ten more push-ups!" She got down onto her hands with everyone else, pumping her arms
she counted each, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten. Her arms shook slightly on the last one, but she was getting
stronger. Standing up and looking around she saw that a couple kids were still finishing. Her eyes caught with Jace's, she blushed and looked
out the window next to her, the street was clearly visible from here. Only one or two cars passed, a slow day. "Clary!" The Coach yelled, and
she turned her attention quickly back to him. "Alright everyon-" A loud crash interrupted him as the window next to Clary burst inward. More
loud crashes as people screamed and ran. Clary has hit by something and she hit the floor. Everything was quiet. Her arm was starting to hurt,
she looked at it and saw blood spreading on her shirt.
I've been shot. she thought. Her arm suddenly regained feeling. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, clutching her arm to stop the bleeding.
More screaming as someone noticed me. Suddenly there were arms around me, pulling me into a protective embrace. "Are you hurt anywhere
else?" A beautiful voice asked, Jace's. I shook my head against his chest, tears running down my face. "The cops and an ambulance will be
here soon, coach called them." He lifted me into his arms, gently. "Coach, I am taking her to the nurses office." He left before Coach could
argue. He walked quickly through the empty halls, everyone was still in class. My arm was throbbing now, better than the sharp pain at first.
Glancing at it I saw the blood was dripping slowly as we went. Finally we reached the nurses office. "Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed as Jace
set me down on the bed. "What happened?" She asked, quickly coming over to me and peeling back my shirtsleeve. I cringed and pulled away,
pain shooting down my arm. "Someone shot the gym. Clary was the only one hurt." The Nurse grabbed a pair of scissors and cut my sleeve off.
She brought a cloth over and carefully dabbed at my arm. I held as still as possible, only pulling away a few times. The Nurse wrapped my arm
tightly, making me grit my teeth. "This will be okay until they can see you at the hospital." She turned to her desk and grabbed the phone,
talking rapidly. Jace sat next to me. "Does it hurt?" I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. He grabbed my un-hurt hand and squeezed. "You'll
be okay. Maybe one armed, but okay." He smiled a little, watching my face. I smiled a little at his attempt to distract me. I leaned against his
shoulder and closed my eyes, breathing deeply. I was a little light headed, though the bleeding had stopped. Sirens told us that the cops had
come. "The Paramedics know you are in here, just relax." Less than a minute later, two Paramedics enter. "Alright sweety." The woman says,
"Lets get you fixed up."
A week later I'm back at school, my arm in a sling so I don't use it. Some people smile and tell me to get better soon. Others look at me
sideways and whisper to each other. Reaching my locker I take a few books out and put a few in. I close my locker, turn around, and come
face to face with Jace. I jump and back up a step into my locker. "Hey." He says with a grin, "Welcome back." I grin at him, "Mostly glad to be
back." He takes my hand, "Let me walk you to your next class." He grabs my backpack and leads me down the hall. I smile and walk next to
him, ignoring the glares other girls were giving me. This was going to be a great day.
Laying in bed she fingered her new necklace. It was made from the bullet that had been in her arm.
The bullet, the Shot that Changed Everything.
She fell asleep with Jace in her head.