AN: This is my first shot at writing a story. I've only ever been to Boston so my USA geography stuff might be a bit off. Please review?
Clary's clammy hands gripped onto her plane ticket and shook nervously as she walked through the passenger boarding bridge. She timidly smiled at the air stewardess as she showed her the ticket.
After stuffing her carry on under the seat in front of her, Clary settled into the seat and flinched as her bare thighs touched the itchy seat material. "I should have worn jeans today" Clary thought as she stared sullenly out onto the runway. She could see the heat rolling off the tarmac in waves and she already started missing sunny Los Angeles. She couldn't wait to see her step-dad, Luke, but at the same time she felt a hole in her stomach as she pictured her life away from her childhood memories. "Stop being so selfish, be happy for mum. You know how in love she is with Luke" scolded Clary's conscience. The airplane started moving and she felt a rush of nerves come at her "What if the plane crashes? What if I get food poisoning? What if that guy over there gives me his cold and I die?" Clary tried to calm down as she opened her sketchbook and started to draw.
Clary blinked open her eyes and observed her surroundings. Yawning, she stretched out her legs. "New York prepare for Clary Fray." she thought to herself as she sluggishly crawled down the cramped aisle and into the airport.
After hauling her overstuffed luggage off the conveyor she looked for her mum and her step-dad. She combed through the crowd, looking for her mothers bright red hair that mother and daughter both shared.
"Clary! We're over here!" said Luke excitedly as Jocelyn (Clary's mum) beckoned her over. "Let me get that for you" Luke offered as he took the heavy bag.
"So how was the flight?" asked Jocelyn while Luke drove down the highway.
"It was good, I managed to sleep for most of it." Clary replied, stifling a yawn.
"You're starting school tomorrow, at St. Xaviers. I'm sure you'll make great friends there, besides you already know someone who goes there, Simon." Said Jocelyn.
Clary's mind went back in time, Simon and her were best friends. They had been since they were 2, he was the only person Clary had kept in touch with since she moved when she was 9. The rest of the car ride passed with conversation about the move to New York and how great it was going to be.
They pulled up to a row of apartments, the trees casting shadows as the orange streetlights glowed. The new family went up the stairs and entered their apartment.
Luke showed Clary to her room while Jocelyn went to make dinner. He opened the dark oak door and revealed a room with Clary's old furniture and posters put up just the way she'd have done herself. Clary thanked him and walked over her bed. She lay down and drifted off to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
That's it guys. Please, please, please review? It means a lot to me. I'll write more chapters if you review. I promise. :)