A mysterious being

by Passionate Ballerina

Clarissa Fray is ready to forget. She is ready to start a fresh. As the school year begins, she finds herself slowly being able to forget her past. Wrapped up in the rush of being a first year art student at Idris University, New York, she fails to notice the looks of the eyes following her every move. That is until it is too late.

2. A new roomate

Chapter 2: A new roommate

Clary POV

Walking down the maze of a corridor, my thoughts ran back to the mysterious blonde. With his golden eyes, long golden flock for hair, the most angelic features, my hand twitched. I knew what this meant. I wanted to draw. And apparently I wanted to draw the guy who was directly 9 floors beneath me.

We approached the room 958. I slid my card into the door handle, just as the door creaked open, I heard a laugh coming from the direction of the elevator. It was one of those fake but evil laughs. The one that sent a shiver down your spine, made the hair on your arm rise and goose bumps suddenly appear. I locked eyes with a girl, who was tall and slim. Her skin was milk white, but had visible streaks of green. Her hair was blonde again with a green tint. Her arm locked around a boy with long black hair and leaf green eyes. As we locked eyes, I saw she had blue eyes with no whites, or pupils. She smiled, clearly showing sharp teeth, gave a devilish wave further showing her long pointed, red painted nails.

Walking into my room, I shivered. – what was up with this place? I had only been here for an hour and I had at least shivered more than 3 times. – I stopped abruptly at the foot of the door. I said room right? Yeah, I thought I was going to get a small sized bedroom. But was I wrong. This was no room. This was an apartment! I walked to the centre of the room. A long L-shaped cream, leather sofa was placed in the middle of the open planned room, along with a 65 inch T.V. Jumping up and down, I ran with a slight jump to my step over to the ceiling to floor covered glass wall. The view of New York wa G. My hand twitched again. I knew for definite that I would be drawing this. I jumped up the stairs, upstairs was yet again an open planned room this time with a king size bed in the middle of the room pushed up against the wall. The celling to floor glass repeating itself. I could see my mum and Luke down at the bottom.

The door opened. I looked over the banister, and saw a girl with long ink black hair, and dark brown gold- flecked eyes. As I walked down the stairs, she was even taller, about 5.9 inches tall. She wore a black dress that stopped about mid-thigh, with a black leather jacket and black ankle lace up boots. I walked up to her in awe. She was strikingly beautiful. She looked at me, smiled and almost jumped into my arms. Squealing she said "I am Isabelle Lightwood, and I just know that we are going to be the best of friends!" I stood with my arms by myside, squashed in her embrace. I was glad to have such a nice, cool, pretty, girly roommate, but I couldn't help but think how different we were.