Hey! I'm back!
Sorry, if it weren't for my addiction with Memecenter, this probably would've been up a lot sooner.
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Clary's POV
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Jocelyn's funeral was… What else? Depressing.
It was low-budget, since everyone I knew and the people they knew weren't exactly that wealthy.
We were all wearing our darkest clothes, but Ever still stuck out like a sore thumb in sort-of-dark tie-die clothes.
The casket was one of Simon's failed woodshop projects that fit Jocelyn perfectly, we were standing in a tiny little cemetery crammed between a Starbucks and a factory that produces cheese products, and Simon's band was playing the music, so of course it felt like we were burying our virginity.
We also were only able to rent the cemetery for a little bit, so only Simon, Izzy, and I were able to share about her.
"Jocelyn was a good woman. She would always invite me in for a cup of coffee with her whenever I came over to walk with Clary to school." Simon told the 'crowd'. He looked around the crowd a bit. "Stop looking at me like that, Michael." Causing a round of stifled laughter and Michael's face to flush.
"I never really met Jocelyn, but if she raised a child as awesome as Clary, then she must have been extraordinary." Isabelle announced adamantly.
"Jocelyn was a great mother. She was an amazing mother, understanding everything I've been going through, because she's been through them herself." I stated, looking around at the grieving and sad faces collected in the mini-mob. "And now that she's gone, I… I just… I just don't know what to do next. She's been there guiding me for all of my life."
We lowered the makeshift casket down into the shallow hole and covered it with a thin layer of dirt.
The group disbanded and headed in their own directions, with Michael, Simon, Izzy, and I headed back to the apartment I would soon be evicted from.
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time jump
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I entered the unfurnished room and sat down in a corner, with Michael sitting down next to me on my right, Simon on my left, and Izzy next to Simon.
"WHAT?!" Jace and I asked at the same time.
"You two are to be wed." My father told us, with a grunt of approval by Jace's hunk of a father.
"Marry him? I hardly know him!" I exclaimed defiantly.
"HER? She- She- She…" He appeared to catch up on what was happening and fainted, falling to the floor with a thud.
"See what I mean?"
"Clary, I am your father, and if I say that you will marry Jace, you will marry Jace."
She made a noise that was a half-scream of anger in the real world.
"What did I do?" Michael asked a bit after becoming airborn.
"Nothing. Memories." I told him.
There was a knock on the apartment door, causing our heads to snap back to the door.
"Huh." Michael stood up, walked to the door, opened it, and looked out.
Standing in the doorway were two bulky figures, who I immediately recognized.
"Hello. We're here to collect our daughter-in-law." A feminine voice said.
They were Celine and Stephen.
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Yep. That's right. She's gonna live with the Herondales.
Still need OCs.
Ever Elizabethe Doyle – Shadowhunter1995
Michael Northstar – Greygirl2358
Caitlyn Delana – xoxo-vivi-xoxo
Joy Herondale – I love marshall lee