"Clary!" my mother, Jocelyn screamed up the stairs at me. "Clary it's time to go! The Herondales are expecting us any minute now!" "Okay mom! I'm just
finishing my make-up!' I yelled back with as much attitude I could muster I ran down the hall toward the stairs, only to remember I hadn't put perfume on. Idiot.
I'm an idiot. I can't go to a fancy ass dinner smelling like a mixture of anticipation, desperation and perspiration. Ugh gross, why do I always insist on making
myself vomit everywhere? i honestly don't know why i'm so nervous. It's not like I haven't had dinner with Jace and the rents before. I grew up with them. The
Herondales are practically a second set of parents. The first of course being Jocelyn and Luke. Although we've never had something this big to reveal. We know
the spell they had put on us. How when the time came, as soon as we touched the seraph blade and stele, we would remember every whispered word they
had said at night. After may I add they had drugged us with some magical potion. We would know that we were shadowhunters. We knew about Valentine and
his experiments. We knew everything. I remember when we had found them almost 3 weeks ago. Jace and I had looked for our parents old yearbooks
from high school because Jace thinks that I'm an exact replica of my mother at our age. I obviously had to disagree. We found a box labeled "The dark ages"
with the years our rents would be in the last pit of hell also known as high school. The year book wasn't inside. There was what we now know is a stele and a
seraph blade. I, being an artist, automatically reached for the stele. As if it had called out to me. Jace told me that the blade had the same effect on him. Like
they were meant for us. Funny how they actually were. As soon as i touched it everything went dark my body limbs went numb, i felt an excruciating pain in my
head and chest. My head because all the memories had come rushing in and my chest because, once again, the memories. "Clarissa Fray I swear on all that is
holy, if you keep zoning out, and not paying attention on me, my God!" My mom snapped. Bringing me back from my thoughts. "Sorry! I was thinking." "I could
tell. Were you thinking of Jace? Are you two a thing? I know you've always been best friends but you've spent a lot more time with him than usual."
"OMG MOTHER! No nothing is going on between Jace and I. Look I know you think we have a thing for each other but that doesn't give you the right to bring
him up every time I lose myself in thought!" Wow. I'm just realizing that he is always the reason i lose myself. I think I'm in love with him. Not that i would ever
tell him, or think that there was the slightest chance he'd feel the same way. I mean, I am so not pretty enough to be his type. He's fucking gorgeous. He looks
angelic... All the time. He is literally golden, his hair, eyes and skin are all gold or a tint of the colour. As for myself, I have bright red hair and green eyes. Once
Jace had told me people could get lost in the sea of green my eyes were and think about goodness, then look at my hair and think my satan is showing. It's
those moments where I want nothing more that to slap him directly in the face. Asshole. Oh shit. We're here. Here we go. In a few minutes Jace and I are going
past the point of no return. Here goes nothing and everything.
I do not own any characters or themes seen in this story. Cassandra Clare does. Please review and tell me if i should continue this story! Love goes out to
whoever is reading this!