This is the AN for the first half of the second chapter in my new story based off the mortal instruments.

Hi, thank you.
I am thanking you because I am guessing if you
are reading this on the second chapter,
then you have read the first chapter.
Thank you for giving my story a chance.

PS. this is important!

I'm thinking about transfering to a new school.

here are the ups

.more friends
.start over
.nicer class mates

here are the downs

.new place
.everything i worked for since 3rd grade on awards is gone
.dont know the place well
.miss old friends
.afraid of not being wanted

what should i choose? New school or Old school? HELP! please comment!

All rights go to Cassandra Clare,
who wrote the beautiful
Mortal Instruments.

I do not own the Mortal Instruments.

The Distance

Ariel Halvorsen


Chapter 2

Part 1

The Library


Heartbreak. It hurts, but it doesn't stop our heart from breaking again.

Clary Fray was awake now; slowly calming herself from her dream.
It had seemed so real.

She remember it with a faint curiosity.


Jace was dancing; beautifully, if she said so herself.
She was in his arms, and her feet were literally off the ground.

She was faintly embarrassed when she saw him staring at her, looking straight in to her Idris green eyes.

Her body shook- just enough for him to feel it.

Slowly, he leaned forward.

"Miss Clary Fray? Oh how I love your lovely green eyes."

Just then, she caught his neck; pulling his head down towards hers.

Just when there lips were about to meet, she opened her eyes.

Knowing nothing but darkness,

and the familiar smell of Jace's room.


Jace walked toward the library, silently cursing when he stepped on Church.
"Dumb cat" Jace hissed; looking up to realize he had already reached the library doors.

This is so stupid. Hodge will never let me. Maybe I should just turn back now.

He walked into the large room, composing his features into an undeniable mask of boredom.


When Hodge looked up; away from his book, he was surprised to see Jace standing- no, towering above him.

"Might I help you?" even if Hodge was surprised, he still had his manners.

"Yeah... you might say that." Jace's voice was questionable, as if he didn't really want the help being offered.

"And with what, may I ask?" Hodge spoke slowly.

Jace hesitated. Jace never hesitated.

Eyes fluttered to the door, Hodges face became a flood of red; not of embarrassment.

Of rage.


Clary slowly got up from Jace's bed, making her way by memory to the door.

It's so dark in here. She wondered what kind of monsters could be lurking in the shadows.

But just then, her hand touched a familiar warm knob, and she slowly stepped out into the abandoned hallway.

"Hello?" her voice rang down the hall and back, but no answer came.

She slowly realized where they must be.

The library.

If they couldn't hear her, that either meant they were in the green house, which was unlikely, the library, which was likely, or they were all dead, which, after seeing them fight, Clary thought, was hardly likely.

She slowly made her way down the hall, her bare feet hitting the cold ground silently.
She often forgot how silent Shadow Hunters were.

As she approached the kitchen, she bent to scratch Church's belly.

Her own stomach rumbled.

She hadn't eaten much, after all.
Only a small french fry from McDonald's at about breakfast time.

Turning on her heel, she made her way into the kitchen.

She walked about five steps; stopped; then, out of adrenaline, she started sprinting to the figure with the long, black hair;
who was laying on the ground in a pool of her own blood.