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Chessboard Chapter 2: The Story Begins

Clary's POV

Once I get all of my luggage off of the carousel, I start to search for Jonathan. It's been so long since I've seen him last and I can't wait to see how's he's been fending for himself in this big city. As I search for my brother, I notice something different. Before, when I was in crowds like this, I would've found myself pushing though people and getting elbowed in the side. Now, without a second thought people just look up and make way for me. I grinned. Looks like I have that effect on people now.

I spot a flash of pale blonde and instantly know who it is. Quickly, I run up behind the person and tap him on the shoulder. A familiar face comes into my line of sight and I smile.
"Hi-" Before I can finish my sentence he interrupts me. "Yeah, I'm sorry if I'm being rude, but I'm trying to find my little sister. By any chance have you seen her? Um long frizzy red hair, dorky looking glasses, really really short?"
He looks like he honestly doesn't know that the little sister he spoke of is standing in front of him! I put my hands on my hips and stare him straight in the eye. "Jonathan. I'm really disappointed in you." His eyes widened as realization came crashing down on him. "I can't believe you can't recognize your little sister," I mumble. And before I know it, strong arms wrap tightly around me.
"Clary. Oh my god Clary. You're not short anymore! And what happened to your glasses? Your hair looks...normal!" I roll my eyes at him. "Well as normal as fire red hair gets..."
I slap at him playfully. "Oh yeah, tell that to mom."
He chuckles at me. "Come on Clare, let's get you and all your belongings to my apartment. The first day of school is tomorrow, you wouldn't want to miss that, would you?"
Oh, Jon. If only you knew exactly how much I want to go to school... I nodded.
"Let's go."

:0.:0.:0.:0.:0.:0.: Arriving at the apartment 0.:0.:0.:0.:0.:0

"Hey Clary!" Jon calls out as he carried my bags towards the building, "When did you learn to walk in heels?" I roll at my eyes at him, not for the first time today. I strut towards the complex as I shout back at him, "When I became a model!"

When he finally catches up with me, he's out of breath from carrying all my bags. Between pants, he gets out a few comprehensive words. "Model-*pant*- huh-*pant, pant*-when...?"

"I'll explain it later, Jon. Can we go up now?" He hands me the keys and directs me to where he lived. I unlock his door and was surprised when a flash of red bursts out at my face. I try to suppress that painful memory but fail.
'What I hadn't thought that I'd be seeing was red. Red paint, to be exact.'
I shake off that flashback quickly and come back to reality. No, it isn't paint. It's...confetti? I hear a bunch of people start to shout.

"SUPR-" Staring at me are many pairs of eyes. The owners of the eyes all seem to be expressing the same 'what the hell' faces. They stare at me, shocked for some reason. I mentally giggle. The effect I have on boys... One of the boys that was staring at me finally broke the silence and yells:

"DUDE! YOU SAID SHE WAS NERDY! NOT FUCKING HOT!" I roll my eyes at the idiotic boy. I fake a yawn and stretch, making the boys eyes bulge; my shirt is just about a crop-top. Teasing boys is pretty fun to watch if you ever want to try it. The struggle they face...

"Jon, the flight really tired me out and all of these boys staring at me is starting to get creepy." I shoot a pointed glare at each of them. Apparently they all know of Jon's anger issues and look away hurriedly, clearing their throats and such.

Jonathan shows me to my room and leaves me to settle down. I look around my to find that all of the walls were still plain white. I'd have to change that soon...
After unpacking everything into their respected places, I lie down on my bed and close my eyes. It's edging closer to the start of the game and soon, I'll be able to move the pieces.

XDXDXDXDXD
Next Morning XDXDXDXDXDXD

I wake up to an unfamiliar celling. The groan I make sounds pretty loud. Let's hope I didn't wake anybody. Just when I was about to lay back down on my comfy pillow, my door opened with a bang.

"Oh no you don't, Clary. You're not going to go back to sleep. After all the changes you went through, you're still not a morning person." I glare at him, hoping that if I stare hard enough he would burst into a million tiny pieces. Before I can continue my wonderful dreams, my pillow gets ripped out from under me. Next thing I know, I'm being carried out of my bed and dropped into my shower. Let me tell you, the cold spray of water that hit me isn't very pleasant.

"JONATHAN!" I hear the water being turned off. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!" I'm so angry, I swear steam's coming out of my ears. Get this, all he does is tsk at me! Yes, TSK!

"Clary, I did not agree to this deal just to have you slack off of school." School. School. SCHOOL! Crap! I forgot about school! Imentally curse myself. I forgot about my game.

"Jonathan, get out. I'm going to get ready, OK?" He grins and nods. After stripping off my soaking wet pajamas, I take a quick shower and blow dry my hair quickly. I decide to let my hair flow freely in its natural waves. In my robe, I run to my and shuffled through my clothes. I finally choose my outfit, which consists of sheer black tights with black leather shorts on top, a gray crop top that cut off at the midriff and showed off my belly button ring, and my favorite red leather jacket. I put everything on and tie up my black combat boots. Running into my bathroom, I swiftly apply a bit of black mascara and eyeliner to make my eyes pop.

Downstairs, I eat breakfast quickly and run outside with my backpack slung over my shoulder. Checking my phone, I see that I still have about thirty more minutes before the bell rings. I hop on top of my motorcycle (yes, my motorcycle that I paid for with my own modeling money), put on my helmet, and speed off towards school. Looks like it's time for my big entrance.


Clary's big entrance in the next chapter! She finally reminisces with the people in her past, including the famous Jace Herondale himself ;)

I would also appreciate any of your ideas sent to me. Scenes I could put in the story, how they should act or do, etc. I might even put them in the story! :)

Thanks for reading this chapter! I hope it was good enough. Also, I'm making the chapters in this story shorter than The School of Skilled People's.

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