From Ashes

Chapter Two


Two months later

Foster House 12:15 A.M.

Clary breathed heavily and rapidly through her mouth as she leaned against the rim of the toilet bowl. Feeling thoroughly overdressed in the sauna like room, she rolled up the hem of her faded sweatpants up to her knees and tied her shirt into a loose knot the waist.

She shakily got up on her feet when a sharp pain emanated from her stomach and convulsed, making her kneel unsteadily by the toilet once again. Clary's eyes started watering slightly when she heard someone knock on the door.

She tried to fight the nausea to tell the person on the other side to please, please wait. The knocking on the door turned to pounding and the doorknob startled to rattle so fast and loud that she got dizzy just looking at it from the corner of her eye.

Clary couldn't help it or hold it back any longer. Her stomach rolled and clenched simultaneously making a violent eruption spew from her mouth that was her dinner- or had been anyway.

"Joey, I swear to fucking god I'm going to kill you!" An angry male voice shouted from the other side of the door.

After a few more moments loud pounding and more doorknob rattling, it was finally quiet.

Feeling a tad rattled, Clary composed herself and cleaned herself up. She got up from the front of the toilet bowl and splashed some water onto her face before brushing her teeth thoroughly to get rid of the present metallic taste in her mouth.

She walked over to the door and slowly, slowly unlocked the door and opened it revealing a dark but dimly lit hallway. From the corner of her eyes she saw something move but her mind registered it too slowly as the figure sprang out in front of her, making her shriek in surprise.

A hand far larger than her own then muffled her mouth, containing the screams until they died down. She tried to breathe evenly through her nose, attempting to remove the hand from her mouth but the hand didn't even budge.

"Be quiet. You'll wake up Rhonda."

The figure drew closer to her until they were almost face to face and she could see it from the dim lighting of the hallway.

It was boy who was perhaps a year older or younger than her age of seventeen. He had lightly tanned skin, short brown hair that had a slight curl to it, and dark brown eyes that were almost hidden behind by thin black glasses.

"You're not Joey," the stranger said a little breathlessly.

Clary removed his hand from her mouth and brought it down harshly. "No shit, Sherlock. Do I look like a guy to you?" she retorted but then winced, shutting her eyes tightly and putting her arms in front of herself protectively.

It was a reflexive movement that had been ingrained to her every time she had dared talking back to her father or brother and ended only in pain that usually left her sore for days.

When nothing happened, Clary cracked one eye open only to find the stranger watching her curiously.

After a few moments, the stranger rubbed the back of his neck in awkward manner. "I'm Simon," the boy introduced himself. "Sorry for disturbing you, If I'd known you were in there-" He tried to finish, but at the end his cheeks were tinged with splashes of pink.

"That's okay," Clary assured him. "I'm Clary, by the way."

Simon smiled at her, pushing the bridges of his glasses further up his nose only to have them slide down again. "I think I'll just go back to my room. Oh wait, what school are you going to tomorrow?"

"I think it's Idris or something," Clary vaguely replied.

"Is it the high school?" Simon asked her, looking at her in a bizarre way.

"Yeah," Clary nodded. "I remember now. I'm pretty sure it's Idris High School . . . "

He grinned at her. "Why don't I give you a tour tomorrow?"


7 HOURS LATER

Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Be-

Clary brought her hand down on the old alarm clock, feeling like it had rung a million times. She groaned and curled herself into a ball, trying to ignore the sunlight that was filtering in through the musty old window.

Beep Beep Be-

Clary yanked the cord of the alarm clock and yanked the electrical cord out of the socket. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, stretching out her limbs freely when she caught the frozen time on her wrist-watch.

7:35 A.M.

'Shit. I'm going to be for late for school. I can't screw this up,' Clary thought with a panic.

In a matter of amazing ten minutes, Clary managed to make herself look half-presentable at the least. She decided to wear some loose blue jeans, a white t-shirt, a green hoodie and some dark Converse. Her teeth were now freshly brushed and her hair free from the knots and snarls it had developed over night.

Clary ran out of her room and walked down the wooden stairs of the foster home with an amazing pace. She entered the kitchen briefly and grabbed some crackers to eat for the walk ahead.

She opened the large creaky wooden door and stepped outside, relieved to have the fresh, crisp air cool her skin. She started to head right, munching on the food she'd grabbed when she heard a vaguely familiar voice from behind.

"So how about that tour?"


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