Hey guys so I really don't have anything to say. I have big plans for the story and I can't wait to see how it unfolds and how much are you guys react to it. As of right now I'm writing with a broken arm so it's a little bit more difficult for me to type which means proper uploads may be slower. For the past couple weeks, I've been prewriting chapters, and at this point, I feel like I have a story line.
As for information on my other stories, "Her" is at a standstill. I have zero idea what I want to do for the sequel. "Kill My Mojo" on the other has been discontinued and deleted. I had a half way complete story line, and it was just over all really shitty.
I hope you enjoy my first chapter, and let me know what you think so I can tweak the following chapters.
Clary's POV
Three days.
It has been three days since my mother died in a car crash. The sad thing is, I don't feel anything. I was staring at my living room wall when my child services worker, Lydia, walks into my apartment.
"Are your bags packed?" Lydia asks and I nod numbly, staying silent. Because my father is no longer in the picture, and the police didn't care enough to look for him, I am moving to an academy. I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to my best friend, Simon, who I may never see again.
"This is at your mothers request, if it was a bad place, I'm sure she wouldn't have planned for you to be sent there." Lydia tells me and I sigh, standing up off the couch. I have no clue about anything about this place. There are no websites, no informational packets, and my mom didn't give me anything to go off of.
Lydia leads me out of my soon to be forgotten home and down towards her car. I toss my bag into the trunk of her small car before stepping into the front seat of her car.
"You know this is a legacy academy, right?" Lydia asks and I shake my head. I'm going to go ahead and guess that it was my father that went to this "prestigious" academy.
"No I didn't. You wanna know why? Because nobody has told me shit." I say, sounding awfully bitter.
"Well, we are meeting the head mistress and her three eldest children at a coffee shop." Lydia tells me and I nod, putting my headphones in, but not playing any music, I just don't want Lydia to talk to me. I'm not sure how long I rode in the car for, but eventually, we pull up to a small coffee shop in the dead center of New York City.
"Grab your bag, I'll walk you in." Lydia tells me, opening her car door. I walk out of the car, pulling my bag out and taking a breather.
"Clary, I know leaving your old life behind is hard, but I promise you'll be ok." Lydia says, putting a hand on my shoulder, but I shrug her off.
"Let's go." I tell her, following behind her into the coffee shop. I glance around the shop and nobody really stands out as students at a prep school. I do see a group of people cloaked in black, even down to the hair. Don't get me wrong, they are all very pretty, but they are all very… intimidating. Please, don't let these be the people I have to meet with.
"Hold on Clarissa, I see the people you are meeting with." Lydia says, steering me towards the table filled with the children of the night. Shit.
"Maryse?" Lydia greets the older woman with a smile, and she shakes her hand. Maryse looks me up and down before giving me a small smile.
"I'm head mistress Lightwood, and these are two of my four children, Alec and Isabelle, Jace is getting coffee and should be joining us in a few moments." Ms. Lightwood says, and Isabelle stands up, hugging me. I tense up and awkwardly put a hand on her back.
"It's so nice to meet you!" She exclaims, sitting back down and patting the chair next to her. Alec just nods at me with a small, half smile. I like his style.
"I'll be checking in Clarissa." Lydia tells me and I glare at her, putting my bag under my seat.
"I'd rather you not." I say quite snidely and she pats my shoulder before turning and walking towards the exit.
"So, Clarissa is it?" Ms. Lightwood asks and I shake my head.
"Just Clary actually." I say and Ms. Lightwood smiles.
"Very pretty. You are Jocelyn's daughter, am I right?" Ms. Lightwood inquires and I nod once again.
"She was a great friend of mine growing up, she was very brace and loyal. I am truly sorry to hear of her accident." She says, pushing her lips into a thin line. I was about to ask her how she knew my mother, and what she meant by "brave" and "loyal", when a boy with bright blonde hair walks over to our table. He has a coffee in hand and he looks very out of place with the rest of this group, excluding me of course.
"Jace, nice of you to finally join us, Clary, meet my other son, Jace, meet Clary, she is joining the agency." Me. Lightwood says, pointing to the seat next to me, and Jace sits down next to me silently.
"Agency?" I question, I thought I was going to a prep school.
"Oh darling, you have so much to learn. We can discuss the rest of the specifics in the car, do you want anything to eat?" Ms. Lightwood asks, and I shake my head no. I haven't eaten anything yet, but I am to uncomfortable to request for them to buy me food.
"Jace, take the poor girl to the counter so she can grab a bite, we will meet you too in the car." Jace gives me a small smile, and Alec stands up, walking over to me, lifting my bag and draping it over his shoulder.
"Ok Maryse." Jace says and I raise my brow. He calls his mom by his first name? Jace leads the way to the long line that leads to the cashiers.
"You don't talk very much, do you?" Jace asks and I frown slightly. If you were to ask my mom or Simon, they would tell you I was loud and outgoing, but I guess they can't now, saying I'm never going to see one of them and they other is dead.
"No, not really." I lie and I push up on my tippy toes to try and see over the persons shoulders so I can read the menu. I fail and Jace begins chuckling at me. I turn to glare at him and eventually he ends up sobering up.
"I can't wait to change that." Jace mumbles and I sigh, brushing my bright red hair out of my face.
"What do you want to eat?" Jace asks and I sigh, still struggling to read the menu.
"Uh, I've never been here, what's good?" I ask and Jace shrugs, leaning his elbow on my shoulder. I glare at him and move out from under his arm.
"The sandwiches are good." Jace tells mean I nod.
"Just order me what ever one you like." I say as we reach the counter.
Eventually we get our food and walk out to the car that I will be ridding in to the academy. Jace opens the door for me and gives me a small smile before extending his arm, "after you darling."
I roll my eyes and step into the car, taking a seat between Isabelle and Jace. I lie my head against the back of the seat, and Isabelle peers at me, a smile on her face.
"You're very pretty, don't you think that she's really pretty Jace?" Isabelle says and I look at Jace out of the corner of my eye. I really hope he doesn't answer that.
"Very pretty." Jace says with a wink and my cheeks flush. That's awkward.
"You can shut your eyes, it's about a two hour drive." Alec tells me and I nod. In the past three days I haven't really slept a whole lot in the past few days. This time, luckily I ended up drifting off.
I wake up to a conversation that seems to be escalating into an argument, and I glance around sightly.
"This was her moms dying wish, for her to do what every Fairchild and Morgenstern did, and I will respect that, are we clear Isabelle?" Ms. Lightwood snaps, is it bad that I assume that they are talking about me, but I am a Fray.
"She deserves a choice in this!" Jace responds and this time Alec whirls around in his seat.
"Jace, shut the hell up." Alec growls, and I sit up completely.
"Please don't argue about me." I say and everyone in the car turns to look at me with a surprised expression.
"Good morning sleeping beauty." Jace says, smirking at me as if he didn't hear me ask for them to not argue about me. I'm going to have to talk to either Isabelle or Jace later, obviously Alec doesn't like me very much.
"We're here, Isabelle take Clary to her room, Jace and Alec come with me. When you are all settled Clary, have Isabelle take you to my office and we can clear up everything." Ms. Lightwood says and before I can respond, Isabelle grabs me by the hand and yanks me behind her. I grab my black duffle bag and follow behind Isabelle. The school looks like and old church, it has giant stain glass windows and two huge oak doors. Isabelle opens the doors, and instead of me being greeted to pews and podiums, there is a large ring and tables and separate rooms. The walls are lined with cabinets and computers, and there are about twenty people, many my age and a few younger, bustling around. Isabelle leads me to an elevator.
"Well rookie, we are sharing a room on the top floor." Isabelle says and I glance around the elevator. Isabelle has a huge smile plastered on her face and I can't help but smile back. The elevator ride is short, and Isabelle leads me to the very last room.
"Jace and Alec room next door to us, and Alec's fabulous boyfriend is across the hall. I have a few more friends along this floor that I can introduce you to after you have your meeting with my mother. The rooms are pretty simple," Isabelle begins, opening the door that leads into a small living room with a small kitchenette attached.
"There are two bedrooms with bathrooms attached. Your room is to the right, mine is to the left. You can go unpack and I would recommend changing, your t-shirt and jeans doesn't really fit in here." Isabelle says, looking at me up and down.
"Then what do I wear?" I ask, confused. I know I'm not dressed in black but I didn't think it was that bad.
"Dark colors and anything leather." Isabelle says with a wink as she disappears to the left, ducking into her room. I empty out my duffle bag onto my bed, I can put my clothes away later. My room is bland, with white walls and black bed sheets. Eventually, when I'm feeling more like myself, I'll have to change this up.
I dig through my clothing, pulling out black jeans and a dark red shirt. I hope this is good enough. I tie on black combat boots at tie my hair up. I walk out of my room and bang on Isabelle's door. Her door swings open and she smiles when she sees me.
"That was quick, you look better, but we are seriously going to need to work on your sense of style. Lets go meet up with my mom." Isabelle says and I roll my eyes behind her back. I follow her to the elevator, and we ride down to the second floor. The elevator dings and I notice a few people glance at me, the new girl, as we make our way to to Ms. Lightwoods office. As Isabelle reaches to open the door, it swings open and Alec come walking out, bumping my shoulder.
"You are an idiot Jace." He yells over his shoulder angrily, and I glance at Isabelle who is laughing silently. We walk into the office to see Ms. Lightwood pacing and Jace sitting on her desk, shaking his head slowly.
"Well, now that you two have that out of your systems, why don't we finally explain whats happening to Clary, we don't need Alexander for that." Ms. Lightwood says, pointing to the seats in front of her desk. Isabelle, Jace, and I all take a seat and Ms. Lightwood stands proudly in front of her desk.
"I know this is all going to be a lot to take in, and overtime, things will become a lot easier, but lets start slowly for now. We are an undercover secret organization that is spread out all over the world, and your mother, as well as dead beat father, grew up here. We handle the issues that the normal police isn't cut out for, or prepared for." Ms. Lightwood begins to tell me, and my jaw begins to go slack a little bit. She has to be joking, right?
"When your mom had your brother, she allowed for him to join the system, but when she had you, she left, along with you and your father. With her death, she begged for you to be able to rejoin the system and live the life that you were always meant to live. Of course, we complied." Ms. Lightwood tells me and I place a hand on my temple. This is a lot to take in, and I'm finding this hard to believe.
"So you are telling me I come from a long line of spies?" I question.
"Yes."
"Where is my brother now?" I ask and Ms. Lightwood frowns.
"You will learn this all in good time, but for now we must discuss your training. I was planning on having you train with Alexander but after our past conversation, that is probably not the best idea. Jace, you are going to need to teach this girl everything you know." Ms. Lightwood orders and before I can ask any more questions, Isabelle groans.
"Why can't I?" Isabelle complains and Jace shoots her a look that I don't understand.
"Because you are training Max." Ms. Lightwood says with a pointed look and I raise my brow.
"Who's Max?" I ask and for the first time in this meeting, Jace speaks.
"The youngest Lightwood, and my favorite sibling." Jace responds with a smirk and Isabelle rolls her eyes at him.
"Why don't we take a walk Clary, we have some stuff to talk about." Jace says and I nod, standing up, and Jace waves for me to follow him. Compared to me, he basically walks silent. It must have to do with his super special spy training.
"I'm sorry, I know how stressful this must be." Jace says as we walk through the main hall.
"Oh really? Because your the head mistresses son who has been doing this his whole life, so don't try to bull shit me." I snap, which causes Jace to whirl around and stand in front of me.
"I'm the head mistresses adopted son, who hasn't been doing this my whole life, I was adopted when I was ten, so I do know what you are going through." Jace responds and I sigh, feeling bad.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." I say to Jace and he shrugs it off, turning around and walking again.
"First rule of becoming a super secret spy, never apologize for voicing your opinion or standing u for yourself." Jace says with a smirk. We step into the elevator and go down to the first floor. I expected for ud to be leaving the building, but instead Jace leads me to the ring.
"How much do you know about fighting? If it's not much, training starts right now." Oh boy.