A mysterious being

by Passionate Ballerina

Clarissa Fray is ready to forget. She is ready to start a fresh. As the school year begins, she finds herself slowly being able to forget her past. Wrapped up in the rush of being a first year art student at Idris University, New York, she fails to notice the looks of the eyes following her every move. That is until it is too late.

1. New Beginnings

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Clary POV:

As I approached the large, marble steps, my heart began to flutter. This was it. The day my life would change. No longer was I the little red head who relied solely on her mum and step dad. No longer was I the girl that everyone stared at in the lunch hall. I was a new person. I was Clary Fray.

With all that motivation, I attacked the stairs, taking two at a time. I was in no rush, but the suit case I carried in my left hand was extremely heavy. In my right arm I bared the items of art.

"Clary, wait!" I turned around to look at the bottom of the stairs and saw my mother, Jocelyn Fray. She was also carrying my endless supply of paint, paint brushes and canvases. – What can I say? I am an art student after all, well okay, first year art student, but still. - As she reached me she paused regaining her breath. "Sorry mum, I got kind of carried away; you know all the thrill of actually being here." My mother looked at me with her piercing green eyes – something I had also inherited along with her auburn, red hair that anyone could spot if they were in a 100 mile radius. – "That's okay darling, where is Luke." Ah, Luke my Step-dad. I had nothing against him, heck it was the opposite, I completely and utterly adored him. He was the perfect dad, and husband. "Right here," Luke said.

The three of us walked past the humongous wooden doors. And when I say humongous, I mean it, I may be small but theses doors where at least the size of Mount Everest. Putting my things on the soft, red carpet. I looked up and was awe. This place was better than I thought it would be. My mother put her hand on the small of my back. "You ready?" She asked. I nodded still in shock of the beauty of the room. To think this was just the entrance. A wave of excitement splashed over me. "Now are you sure you have everything?" Luke asked. I nodded "Positive." Picking up my things we walked up to the large counter placed in the middle of the room.

The lady who sat behind the counter looked up. She had mid-length grey hair, and a small fame for a body. She may have looked old and frail, but boy was I wrong. Her piercing black eyes sent a shiver down my back. "How can I help you?" "My name is Clarissa Fray; I'm here for the Pablo art program." Pablo Picasso was an artist, the university always named their art courses after a famous artist, last year it was Vincent Van Gough. She looked me up and down and then went to retrieve something from the back.

When she came back she was holding a folder. "Room 958." She handed me a card with my name, a passport size photo of me on, the number 958 and "the property of Idris University". I sighed "urm thanks I guess." Walking over to the elevators I scanned the room again. A tall figure with hair as gold as the sun, stood with his back to me. As I walked into the elevators he turned around and looked me in the eyes.