The Golden Ones

Clary stepped forward, gazing at the tall building in front of her. It was tall, industrial but friendly.
"Well, not exactly the same as the last school, eh?" Simon said from behind her, strolling forward to stand by her.

"No, not at all..." Clary responded

Flashback

"Get inside Clarissa." Her father growled at her, poking her in the back. She stumbled through the wrought iron gates. Her father's snide voice jeered her as she was escorted, thrashing wildly, into the prison like school.

"Bye Clary." Said what was meant to be her brother, but the usually beautiful emerald green eyes had turned an unearthly shade of black and seemed to bore into her soul.

"Jon! Jon help me!" She screamed, but he only smiled mockingly at her.

"You need to be helped Clary. You're not like us; you're too much like our Mother." He hissed at the final word, a look of pure loathing undisguised in his pitch black eyes.

"My mother was a compassionate person, not a murdering psychopath!"

"Goodbye Clarissa." Her father said, closing the gates and turning his back on her.

End of flashback

Clary couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine. This may be a boarding school but it was a lot friendlier than that school. Clary walked through the glass doors, looking at everything on her way.

"Hi!" Clary said breathily to the receptionist "I'm Clary Fairchild, this is Simon Lewis, and we're new." The receptionist fished through a pile of precariously stacked papers. When she found what she was looking for she handed them to Clary and Simon. It was a map of the school each and the same timetable.

"Yes! Same classes!" Simon said excitedly. Clary laughed, sitting down at a nearby table and taking out her sketchbook. She drew an angel, its wings spread and its head angling toward the sky.

"OMG! That's such an amazing drawing!" A voice sounded from behind from behind her, Clary swivelled on her chair and was met by a beautiful girl. She had ink black hair that swirled down her back and piercing blue eyes.

"Oh um, thanks, I guess?" Clary muttered awkwardly. The girl beside slapped her on the arm playfully.
"Izzy, you're scaring the newbie." She turned to Clary and Simon.

"Hi. I'm Elori. Elori Herondale, this is Isabelle Lightwood. We share your dorm with you." She explained. The second girl, Elori, was golden. Quite literally. She had golden eyes and her hair was a beautiful shade

"Well then nice to meet you then." Clary smiled. A least she would have friends here. Well, she hoped she would have friends.

"El, we should introduce them to everyone-"Isabelle froze as a guy came down the corridor, sliding himself around her.

"Sebastian..."she stared to speak to him but her hushed her.
"Dearest Isabelle, must you be so resilient?" his voice was soft , but that didn't stop the passive aggressiveness showing clearly through his facade.
"Clary, catch my bag." Elori said, dropping her bag onto Clary's lap. What did the girl keep in here? Bricks?! More importantly, what was she going to do to this guy? With a darting movement, Sebastian was lying on the floor at Elori's feet. She pressed one heeled boot into his chest and bent over him.

"Touch her once ore and you'll end up in the Basilias. Just remember what family you're trying to mess with Verlac." She grabbed her bag from Clary's knee, grabbed Isabelle's hand in hers and strode off, calling behind her.

"Come meet everyone Clary, bring your friend along." Clary and Simon scurried to get to her, with Isabelle and hers lanky legs; they'd gotten quite far in a short amount of time.

Ok! So that was the first chapter of the golden ones! Wow. Believe it or not I have had this idea for this in my mind for ages and today was the day it breaks free! Hope you enjoyed how badass Elori is. Favourite follow and review

-RavenclawWritr