"Great! Just what I needed." I mutter sarcastically to myself as I try avoiding a mud puddle, but as luck would have it I hit it with my heel and it splashes all over my new jeans.
I hear laughter from behind me and turn to see three mundanes pointing and laughing about what I am wearing and how I just stepped in a puddle. Why did I not wear a glamour? Who cares, I don't have time to think about that right now! I have to be thinking about all the new shadowhunters I am about to meet. I've never been too good with meeting new people, so as long as I don't throw up in front of them then it will go well.
I am nearing the institute now and I freeze. It is the most beautiful glamorous thing I have ever seen. I can't help but to gasp a little as I take it all in. Just when I think things are going okay, I think about them.
My parents. They had been the most in love couple I had ever seen. They were always looking into each others eyes and letting the other know how much they loved them, it was perfect! Until that night.
It was just another plain ordinary night. Until the mess up. My parents and I were going after a couple of werewolves who had decided to torments some mundanes. It should have been so simple! My mom alone could kill two by herself. I was getting to where I could almost kill two alone, I hadn't quite gotten there yet, but it wasn't that big of a deal. After all I was just thirteen. But I soon learned that it wasn't good enough.
Although my mom and dad protested I insisted that I could go walking alone. After continuously pleading they caved.
We were all at the square, (the center of the town) with my mom taking the North, my dad taking the west and the south and me taking the east.
After about 30 minutes of silence I finally heard the low, menacing growl of not one, nor two, but of three werewolves. I hadn't expected all of them to charge at once and I definatley didn't expect what came out of my mouth during the three seconds they were in the air.
I ducked and side-stepped to the left narrowly escaping getting clawed by one of them. I quickley swiveled around and dug my seraph blade into one of their shoulderblades. What was wrong with my reflexes today? Why did I stab it in the shoulderblade? Why did I not aim for a better spot? These questions swirled around in my brain and I hadn't realized one of them was in mid-air until my mom pushed me aside and the claws sunk into her ribs.
I hadn't realized she had probably heard my scream from earlier and ran over here. I looked at her now and she was pale, she looked worse than the time she had gotten food poisoning from the chinese restraunt down our street. I ran towards the cold-blooded werewolf that had hurt my mother and stabbed a seraph blade right through its heart killing it. I looked around for the other two werewolves only to find that my dad had killed them and was now leaning over my mother.
We had her funeral one week after that horrid night and my father chose never to speak of her again. I stayed with him for a year after that and then he decided it was best if I came to this institute. And that is that! My father moved me here because he couldn't stand to look at the murderer of his beloved wife any longer. And I can't say that I blame him.
I walk into the institute and see at least fifteen shadowhunters. I wonder if any will befriend me. Maybe it won't be so bad once I mingle a little bit.
But, I also wonder why they are here.
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