"Hi!" says an almost too eager voice from behind me.
"Umm...hello" I reply hesitantly.
"Oh you are probably womdering who I am right now and why I just randomly decided to come say hi to you. Well I am Thalia, and it is nice to meet you. And your name is?"
She has such an eager tone. She seems like one of those girls that is so happy she thinks everyone else should feel her happiness even if they are the gloomiest of people. She is a little too energetic and happy for my taste but I might as well try to be nice. After all this is probably where I will be living for the next four or five years. Well her goes!
"Oh! Um, I'm Lillian Redmark. Umm it's nice to meet you?" I'm not very sure how to interact with her. I have distanced myself from people for so long I'm not quite sure I know how to socialize properly anymore. But she doesn't seem to realize that my 'it's nice to meet you' was said more as a question than as a statement.
"So you are the other new girl! It's going to be so much fun getting to know you better...well bye!" she bounces away so happily and I can't help to smile a little bit as she leaves. She seems like an okay person, other than the fact of how bubbly she is. Maybe life here won't be as bad as I thought it would. I don't feel like talking with the other shadowhunters so I just try to find the one running this institute so I can find my room and go to bed. I can meet the rest of these people tomorrow.
"Sorry!" I say simultaniously with a girl about my age. She had one of those faces where you could pass for almost any age. Although she did look about my age she could have been eighteen or older. She had brown hair that seemed to shape to the perfect form that fit her features, and her eyes. She had aqua colored eyes that looked as if they could peirce you with just one glare.
"Oh your fine no need to apologize! It was completly my fault I wasn't looking where I was going." She said. And I then realized I had been staring.
"Oh, umm, um, no it's my fault. I was lost in thought and didn't see you. I'll just um be on my way. Good-bye." I hurriedly walked away from her and began looking for the person running the institute. If I remembered correctly my father said it was someone named Maryse.
After searching for her for around half an hour I finally decided to just ask someone if they knew where she was. I found a guy who looked around the age seventeen or so and decided I should ask him. For some reason I have always felt it easier to talk to boys rather than girls.
"Hi, I'm the new girl here and I was wondering if you could help my find Maryse." I said without hesitation.
"You mean my mom. She isn't here right now. What do you need?" he replied. He was someone you would probably consider handsome with his black hair and startling deep blue eyes. He had been talking to a tan guy with wildly colored hair who seemed to have eyes like a cats.
"Yeah I guess I mean your mom if Maryse is your mom. But I wanted to know which room is mine. Like I said I'm new here so I don't know. Are you able to help me or what?" I might have sounded a little too anxious. I just wanted someone to help me so I could go into a place completly quiet and just read, and be alone with my thoughts. Is that just too much to ask?
"Okay well tell me your name and we can find you your room." he didn't sound annoyed like I thought he would. I told him my name and he kissed the cat-eyed man saying he would be right back and he proceeded to show me to my room.
We walked for what seemed like forever, in silence until he finally spoke up.
"This is your room. You may decorate however you would like. There is already a dresser in here for you so you don't need to supply one yourself. And forgive me for being rude, my name is Alexander Lightwood. Alec for short. Here is a little advice really quickley. If my sister Isabelle offers you something she has cooked, deny it. Deny it and run! She isn't the best cook, not even by a longshot." he said the last few sentences like it would keep me alive if I listened to that advice.
"Okay, I'll try to remember that. Thanks..."
"No problem, now if you will excuse me I am going to get back to my boyfriend." He said in a capricious manner.
"Wait! Your boyfriend, what is he?"
"Why, he is the High Warlock of Brooklyn!" he sounded offended that I didn't know.
"Oh, sorry." I replied a little awkwardly. And with that he smiled and left leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I didn't know exactly what to do so I began to unpack. About halfway through my unpacking I found my mom's journal. I didn't know how it got put in this suitcase, I had packed all my books in a seperate one. I was about to but it up when I suddenly decided to read it.
I spent a good two hours reading what she wrote. I couldn't help but to cry the entire time I was reading. Seeing her handwriting just reminded me that I'm the reason she isn't here anymore. I'm the reason her journal has no new writing in it.
I'm the reason she is dead.
