Chapter 1
My punishment
(Jace's POV)
Here I am, Jace Herondale, standing in front of my dorm at a juvinile boot camp. I'm here for the crime of robbery and killing. I was given the choice of going to jail or this camp. I chose the camp, obiously.
Mr. Nor, my camp counciler led me into the wooden cabin. In there was a bunch of guys and...one girl. They all turned their heads towards me as me and Mr. Nor walked through the door.
"Everyone, this is our new jailbait, Jace Herondale," Mr. Nor said. "Jace, I'll let you meet them on your own time." I nodded. The only one I was really interested in was the little red-head leaning in the corner in the back of the room. She had the most beautiful red mop of hair and lime green eyes. Her lips were in the shape of a thined out heart. They were light pink and plush. Her face showed no emotion.
"Thanks," I said to Mr. Nor. He nodded and left.
The people were still staring until one came up and said, "Your bed is over there." He pointed at a bed at the end of the cabin. The cabin was pretty big. I walked over to my bed and went on the bottom. The guy who showed me where my bed was had really dark brown eyes and light blonde hair. He looked a bit mad at showing me where my bunk was. I wonder who's my bunk-mate.
The guy walked over, stuck out his hand and said, "Sup. I'm Jonathan. But you can call me Jon." I nodded. He had a heavy country accent but his voice was also deep. A bit scary. "And listen." He tightened his grip on my hand. "Your bunk-mate is my sister so don't mess with her." I glanced over at the readhead and saw that she was pulling up her hair. She was hot. She was wearing black jean short-shorts and a navy blue tank.
"Ok," I said. "What's her name?"
"Uhh, you'll learn it when she wants you to." I pinched my eyebrows together and Jon's eyes widened. "Here she comes," he said. I turned around to see the chick walking our way.
When she reached us, she looked at her brother, raised an eye-brow and then gestured towards me. "That's the new guy, Jace," Jon said. She nodded. She turned to me.
"Hey," I said. She just stood, a blank expression on her face. I waved my hand in front of her face. She blinked; face still blank. I turned to Jon and raised an eye-brow.
"She hasn't spoken since the day we made our big mistake. Not even to me," he said.
"Why not?"
"I don't know." I nodded.
"Well," he said. "It's break time. I'm gonna take a nap." I laughed. I looked over at Clary who still had a blank expression...when will she change her face? It's sad.
