Look guys! I fixed it!
She looked around the small room, not sure if she was ready to go quite yet. This was all so sudden, not having even met the Lightwoods yet, and going to live with them! Usually, you would live with a family for at least a couple of monthes before they decided to adopt you, but apparently that was not the case with them since she had yet to even know what they looked like.
And they were right down stairs.
She was, of course, terrified. But she just took one last look at the mint green walls, the small bed and the tiny dresser, and she left.
Standing in the living room of the trashy New York apartment was a decidedly un trashy woman. She acually looked so out of place among the fraying furniture from Goodwill and the urine stained off-white carpeting that it almost made Clary laugh.
Almost.
She had on a clearly designer made white dress that Angela, Clarys one time foster mom, was eyeing ravenously, and plain black wedges. Her skin was smooth creamy white with just the merest hint of pink in her cheeks, and her black hair was pulled into a loose bun at the nape of her neck, a few curls hanging loosly around her face. She looked younger than she probably was, Clary guessed around 35 or 40. She stood uncomfortably, and looked relieved when Clary entered the room.
"Ah, you must be Clary. Hello, I'm Mrs. Lightwood. You can call me Mayrse." Clary merely nodded.
Clarys mom of four months opened the door for them, not even offering up a goodbye. Clary was sure Mayrse noticed, as she frowned a bit and looked between them, but seemed to decide against making a issue of it and instead breezed out the door with a crisp "Nice meeting you, Ms. Gallion."
Clary followed, and didn't look back once.
They didn't talk much on the way to Clarys new home, and what little there was was Mrs. Lightwoods attempts at pre introduction to her children and husband. "Jace is a foster child too. We adopted him when he was just eleven. He's close to your age, only a year older." This was the only bit of information that caught her attention. Another foster child, huh? Maybe she'd have someone she could finally relate to. She doubted it, though. Probably just had a couple loving, caring drug addicts for biological parents.
They pulled up outside a huge house, a mansion really. It was an old Victorian style building with about 5 stories and a cupolla at the top. It was painted in hughs of brown, gold, saffron, and maroon, and had a huge front yard with all manner of perfectly attended shrubs and flowers. As Mayrse pulled the BMW into the two car garage, Clary gaped at get surroundings, feeling dwarfed by it's elegance. "Whoa. You live here?"
Mayrse smiled at her. "Been in the family for over one hundred years."
"This place is amazing!" Clary exulted as she stepped out of the car and popped the back open to retrieve her small plastic suit case.
"I agree. Now-" Mayrse opened a large oaken door. "Lets go meet the family." Clary swallowed and nervously followed her inside.
A/n I really have been wanting to do an all human fic, so, here I am. Hope you enjoy! Shirtless jace's for everyone who reviews!