Authors note: Short prologue and then the real adventure begins! This is just to give you a quick summary of events leading to Clary's move to Bayhallow.
Enjoy!
Clary could see things that others couldnt see. When she was a child, she always pointed to them, to which her distraught mother pretended like nothing was wrong. When she got older, she asked her mom questions. Questions that her mother never answered.
Clary had few friends growing up. After sessions of play that left the kids thinking she was nuts. She didnt have many friends after that. The neighborhood kids learned to stay away from the red headed little freak.
Clary seen people. Slightly smaller than the average person. They always lingered where ever she went. They were dressed in weird clothing, almost like it had been fashioned from the Earth itself. They had eyes that ranged from all colors. Except for one strange thing, they had no pupils.
They never tried to speak to Clary, no matter how hard she tried. When she would turn away or blink, they would dissappear. It was almost like they had never been there in the first place.
She grew up with the ivy people her whole life. When she'd be out at the playground, one would be just out of view. When she would be playing on the sidewalk, one would be at the end of block. Clary didnt know what they were. She also didnt know what they wanted.
She wondered sometimes if she was going crazy, maybe they werent real at all. But she knew better, they were real.
At least to her.
She grew up isolated and alone. Her mother acted like nothing was wrong. She always avoided any talk of the ivy people. Clary didnt know what to do.
Clary grew up feeling out of place. Like she never belonged. She went to school, made few friends, and then lost those friends. She was in a state of depression. Nobody believed her, not even her mom.
She was a sophmore in High School when things took a turn to the worst. A bully had put pictures in Clary's locker that displayed her face and had a word etched on to each one. Freak.
The whole hallway had erupted with laughter. Clary had run home with tears streaming down her face. Her mother was distraught with worry. She had to do something for her daughter.
Finally Jocelyn had had enough. She packed the small family up, and they moved away.
In there new town of Bayhallow, things were normal. The ivy people hadnt shown up and Clary thought she was finally normal. They had disappeared, or at least Clary thought so. Clary spent most of her summer painting. She painted the ivy people. She painted their weird alien eyes. She painted until she couldnt paint anymore.
When school was right around the corner, she was nervous. She didnt want a rerun of her old school. Without the ivy people she should be normal. She had plans on going to a private art school up state when school was finally done.
She was glad to be away from everyone who had ridiculed her. She desperatley wanted to be normal.
The week started escaping like water. It was almost Monday and then she would see if things were fated to repeat. She had started to feel normal. She hadnt seen any of the ivy people in weeks! Maybe life would now go the way she wanted it too. She could have friends! She could have the life she always wanted.
She didnt know how wrong she was.
Clary hated being different.
But different, she definetly was.