Chapter One:
Hey guys, Sorry I haven't updated my other stories in a long time. I really didn't have enough time to keep writing. Im going to try and start a new story. I do not own the Shadowhunter characters Cassandra Clare does.
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We were eleven years old when we met. In 5th grade. I thought we would never have to let each other go. But plans never work out that way. The day I left New York, the day I left my best friend behind with an unknown evil.
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I miss him. Jace left without even as much as a goodbye. I found that out when Jace didn't return to school after a few days. I thought he was just sick. That was until I went to his house, knocked on the door, and an unfamiliar elderly couple opened up the door. Not only did Jace leave, my mother was murdered a few months after.
TIME SKIP TO JUNIOR YEAR:
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Why me? Why does my life have to be so bad? What did I do to deserve the abuse from my so called father? Why does nobody care? Will I ever be free from the hell that torments me?
I still remember the day when the abuse started. It was midnight. I was sleeping in my bed when my father came into my room very drunk and very angry.
"CLARY! You stupid little girl. What did I tell you if I ever found out you were talking to your so called friends?" he said. "You're nothing but a slut, just like your mom!"
I was too scared to talk. Afraid that something worse was going to happen. It first started with the mental and emotional abuse. Name calling, comparing my mother to myself, being put down all the time. But then came the physical abuse. He threw me down the stairs, punched and kicked me until I was unconscious, cut me with a knife, left me there to bleed to death.
I became a mute, a loner, a freak as the people in school would call me as well as a few other choice words. I knew that if I talked to anyone my father would kill me so I stayed quiet, and I have been for seven years now.
The next thing I knew was we were moving to California for my dad's job. I knew I had to hide my scars somehow, but in California that is pretty hard for the weather.
SENIOR YEAR: MONDAY MORNING
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"Izzy come on we are going to be late for the first day!"
"Jeez Jace, you actually care about being on time for once?" Alec said to me as I stood by my Mustang waiting for Izzy.
I know what you are all thinking, ME, Jace Wayland, the king of California High, wanted to be early for my last year of school? As if. I only want to get there early to smoke some weed before the day so im in a good mood and the teachers think Im actually paying attention.
I changed a lot from back when I was eleven years old. First of all I do not have a kids face anymore. Last year I got tatted up, drank, and smoked. Secondly, I have two vehicles. A black Mustang and a Harley Davidson. I also have a juvenile record. My mother, father, and my little brother Jake all died in a car accident a when I was thirteen. I was placed in a foster home and moved around a lot. That is until Maryse and Robert Lightwood took me in. They gave me the support I needed to try and get my life together but that didn't stop me from doing what I loved the most. When I left New York, I was ready for a change in my life, though however that meant leaving a few people behind to do it.
Clary, she was my best friend before I moved. I wonder if she is still the same fiery, spicy, little redhead I used to know. We haven't talked since I moved and that is mostly my fault. I left her without saying anything, hoping that it would make leaving a little easier. But that is all in the past now.
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It is 5:30 am on a Monday and school starts today. What am I going to do? I have no idea how I am going to cover up all of my scars and bruises. The beatings are getting worse. I don't know how much longer I can survive this.
By the time I reached the school it was 7:00 in the morning. As I start walking into the school, I make sure that I have extra notebooks for if I need to answer any questions teachers ask me. I walk into the main office to get my schedule. The secretary, her name was Josie asked what she could do for me.
I wrote Im new here, and I need my schedule. She looked kind of surprised that I didn't talk to her at all. But she hurried off and got my schedule. Pointed out what classes I have and where my locker was and the combination too it. I thanked her and picked up the piece of paper. My classes were as followed:
PERIOD 1: AP Algebra
PERIOD 2: AP English
PERIOD 3: AP Biology
PERIOD 4: Honors US History
LUNCH
PERIOD 5: Study Hall
PERIOD 6: ART
PERIOD 7: Gym
PERIOD 8: Anatomy
As I read over my classes, I failed to notice that someone was walking in my direction and ended up running into them and falling on the ground. I tried to hide the yelp my throat let out on the way down. I took out my notebook and wrote as quickly as I could Im so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you alright?
The boy had blond hair and golden eyes. I seemed to remember a faint memory of someone familiar but I couldn't place a name any more. He looked at me with a glare, then stomped off around me.
I make my way to my first class, when I get there all the seats but two were full. I heard the teacher greeting the students. As I went to talk to the teacher I noticed the same blonde boy from before entering the room interrupting us.
"Ah, Jace, making a habit of coming in late already?" the teacher inquired.
"You know I am Mr. Gerroway" the golden boy whose name has come to be known as Jace had said.
To be completely honest, Jace was an asshat, and I do not plan on becoming friends with him anytime soon.
When everyone sat down and Mr. Gerroway started calling names. Aline Penhallow, Isabelle Lightwood, Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, Sebastian Morgenstern, and Johnathan Fairchild… to none of which I was paying attention. That was until Mr. Gerroway called my name Clary Fray. Everyone turned to me, and Jace, the golden boy stared at me in complete shock.
Alright this is the end for today. I hope you guys like it. Please Read and Review Constructive Criticism is welcome. Also if anyone has any ideas, let me know by pm.
LEXI