The New Girl
Chapter 1 – Leaving
I gave my bedroom a last glimpse, looking over my long-worn band posters up my wall, snapshots of me and Simon posing in front of Disney World, and pile after pile of my most treasured drawing pads, filled with hundreds of sketches and paintings, along with my special edition Faber Castell colour pencils.
I grunted with annoyance and gripped my luggage tightly, which only held "daily life necessities", as Jocelyn put it, which only included some of my clothes and toiletries.
Ughhhh.
As if leaving my best friend Simon behind in Seattle wasn't bad enough, I even had to abandon my life worth of drawings!
I. Hate. This. Life.
Moving to the New York Institute definitely wasn't what I wanted, for I didn't want to do anything related to the Shadowhunter world.
Believe me, I've tried it out, and it didn't work for me. Handling the weapons was one thing, but killing demons? No thank you.
I've was born in Alicante, where Jocelyn was raised, and she wanted me to grow up in Alicante as well, but that wasn't the right place for me to grow up.
Father left us when I was ten, and I guess that was because he couldn't stand the fact that his daughter couldn't even overcome the every thought of blood.
Back then during training, I was horrified, simply disgusted just by the thought of spilling demon blood, and spent months shuddering whenever somebody mentioned " demon".
I asked Jocelyn over and over again, can we leave? Can we leave? But everytime, she shook her head and replied,
" No, Clary, this is where we are supposed to be."
But at last, she gave up and moved away from Idris for good.
By the time we left, I was 12, and to a twelve year old, moving was surprisingly easy, there was no tears, there were no complaints of leaving her friends behind.
We had been living with mundanes for now 6 years in Seattle, and all was perfect: I attended a good high school, our house was big enough, and most importantly, I had a best friend – Simon Lewis.
A sudden shriek surprised me, "CLARY! COME DOWN NOW!" Jocelyn screamed.
I groaned, and dragged my suitcase across the room, kicked the door open and slammed the door shut in reply.
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"Ding!"
I stared down at my phone and gazed at the new text:
Simon: hi
I instantly brightened up and automatically started typing.
Clary: hey
Simon: i already miss you… ;(
Clary: simon!
Simon: just sayn the truth
Clary: whatever
Simon: call me when you get there, k?
Clary: fine.
Simon: bye gtg
Clary: bye
I smiled and shoved my phone into my pocket, looking over the tall buildings of Seattle, and wondered how life would be at New York institute.