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Chapter 2
She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of her phone ringing. Clary put down her sketch pad before picking up the phone.
"Hello?" she asked into the phone.
"Hi Clary" a familiar voice said. I could never forget that voice. "How was your mom?"
Clary sighed sitting back on the couch " You were lucky you weren't here"
"Why? It couldn't be that bad"
"My mom, she was seriously mad about me not being home on time"
"You know how your mom gets, Clary. She's just being protective" Simon explained.
"I don't need protecting. And why are you siding with her?"
"I'm not. I can just see her P.O.V. You know she doesn't like the Pandemonium club" Clary could here loud voices from the other end of the phone "Are you grounded?"
"I don't know. Are you at Eric's?" Eric was Simon's neighbour and his fellow band member.
"Yeah. Just finished practising. Anyway Eric's reading some poetry at Java Jones tonight and we are all going, you wanna come?"
"I don't know. Mom's still a bit mad about last night"
"I'll come and get you and we can meet the rest of the band there then. Your mom won't mind. She loves me"
Clary let a small laugh escape "Sign of her questionable taste, if you ask me"
"Nobody did" he said then hung up.
She hung up and went back to her sketch book. She ripped and scrunched the piece of paper she had been drawing on. She through it to the ground.
She wished she could be more like her mom in the art department.
Evidence of her mother's artistic tendenccies was everywhere in the living room where, from the hand made velvet throw pillows piled on the dark red sofa to the walls hung some of Jocelyn's paintings, carefully framed- landscapes, of Manhattan with golden light.
The front door opened with a click and Luke came stomping through in his work books, red flennel shirt a light brown baggy trousers. He was carrying flat cardboard squares.
"Hey Luke" Clary said with a small smile.
"Hey. Tell me again why this building has no service elevator" Luke says as he lays the cardboard on the floor.
"Because it's old and it has character" She replies without missing a beat "What are the boxes for?"
Then the front door opens again and Clary's mom came walkig in. She was a slim woman with similar dark red hair to Clary's. Even though at the moment she was wearing old overalls with paint splettered on the front and a lavender coloured t-shirt with old hiking boots also with paint. She looked beautiful.
"Thanks for helping with the boxes" Joselyn thanked with a smile that only she knew how to make.
"Mom, what are the boxes for?" Clary asked.
"To pack some things up. We're all going on vacation for a while" She replied her usual smile slipping.
"Mom" Clary asked with caution "How long is a 'for a while'?"
"The rest of the summer" she replied.
"The rest of the summer!" Clary was instantly angry "Is this about last night? I've said sorry. I can look after myself I can stay ho-"
"No!" Clary was surprised by her mom's tone of voice "You are coming with us. It isn't just about last night it's about the last few years and money isn't good right now-"
"But I can't I have art classes and Tisch" Clary turned to Luke but he shaking his head "Tell her"
"It's your mom's decision" Luke stated "I'm leaving" He walked towards the door.
"Wait" Jocelyn says and walks up behind him. "What am I suppose to do? Magnus is in Tanzanie. What do I do?" she whispered
"Jocelyn" Luke says in a stern voice "You can't keep running to him"
"But Clary-"
"Isn't Jonathan" Luke stated "You've never been the same since it happened but Clary isn't Jonathan"
"I can't keep her home tell her not to go out. She won't do it" Jocelyn says
"Of course she won't" Luke sounded really angry "She's not a pet! She's an teenager almost an adult"
"If we were out of the city.."
"Talk to her, Jocelyn. I mean it" He reached for the doorknob
The door flung open and there stood Simon.
"Jesus!" Luke exclaimed
"Actually, it's just me" Simon explained "But I have been told that the resemblence is just startling"
Jocelyn finally came back "Were you just easedropping?"
"No" Simon answers "I just got here"
"I'm leaving" Luke says then moves past Simon and walks down th stairs quickly.
"Simon, can you wait for me downstairs?" Clary asks
"Sure.." He replied then walks down the stairs.
Jocelyn exhales then turns to Clary "Clarissa can we talk?"
"Theres no reason to" Clary walks towards the door.
"Clarissa. There are so many things we ne-"
"Is one of those things to do with why I can see demons?"" Clary asked her mother still facing the door.
"What did you say?" Jocelyn's voice was much smaller
Clary made a quick decision. It wasn't a good time for that conversation.
"Nothing, Mom" Clary said "We'll have lots of time to talk whilst we're on 'vacation'" she opens the door "Don't wait up!"
Clary runs downstairs and towards Simon. "Lets go" she says sliding on her leather jacket over her black belly shirt.
"Are you sure your okay?" Simon asks as we walk outside and along the street "You look like your going to pass out"
"I'm fine, Simon"