Here's chapter two for you!
Chapter 2: Fill in the Blanks.
I wake up slowly, lifting my head up, then finally sitting up, still half-asleep, I stretch my arms out... my arm hits something, it's a net, I quickly feel woken up, realizing where I am.
I'm in Kenya.
How did I get into this bed? I don't really care.
I slide off the bed, and stand on the mahogany colored floor, I look around the room.
There's barely anything in it, the only thing is this small twin sized bed, a window, one small dresser and a painting on the wall, to be precise, one of my mother's, I chuckle to myself, unlike most parents, when we move, the first thing my mother does, is unpack her paintings and drawings. I look at the painting, it's my favourite, she decided to give it to me when I was 14, when she was out shopping, I snuck into her room, and took it off the hook, then I nailed it up in my room, imagine her surprise, when she comes home and there's a bare spot on her wall.
I love this painting, it makes me fantasize crazy things, the simplicity is wonderful too, it's a painting of an angel, with golden hair, and white wings,holding hands with a little girl, while they fly around in the clouds.
I see my suitcase on the ground, and decide I need to change my clothes, because I stink, I put on a pair of faded jean shorts, and a loose green blouse, that my mother bought because "it matches your eyes really well!", I personally don't wear blouses, they're too girl, I'm more into gamer tee's...
I decide to brush my teeth, but I don't know where the bathroom is... I frown to myself, I'll have to brush my teeth later.
I touch my hair, then take out my ipod, I look at the screen, and check my hair, it looks like I have a sculpture in my hair. I growl, hating that I'm stuck with the world's most unmanageable hair.
I carefully walk out of the room, and walk around, I manage to walk into the hallway, when I hear people talking, I walk into what I suppose is the kitchen. I stand there, staring at the people sitting down. There's a girl, around my age, with sleek black hair, and black eyes, there's a boy sitting next to her, who's nearly identical to her, except he has shocking blue eyes, there's also a little boy, who can't be older than 9, with big glasses, sitting reading a comic, I must admit, he has a good choice in comics, Simon would approve, I feel a pang in my heart when I think of Simon, but I quickly shake it off. And then there's the last one, he sits there looking all smug and confident, golden eyes, golden hair, I might also say very attractive but...anyways, he quickly stops talking, and turns towards me, his golden eyes, connecting with mine.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." spits out the golden boy.
I just stare.
"Who are you?" He asks rudely.
"I-I- I'm...Clarissa." I manage out in a squeak, wow, so much for sounding cool.
The raven-haired girl, hits the golden boy in the arm, then smiles softly at me.
"Hi, you must be Mrs Fray's daughter, I'm Isabelle, but call me Izzy, it's nice to meet you."
I smile at her , she begins to introduce everyone
" On my left is my brother Alec." She says as she points at the blue-eyed boy. He waves his hand at me shyly.
"And, this is my little brother, Max" She points at the little one, who's staring at me like I'm some kind of demon.
"Then finally, this is my asshole adoptive brother, Jace." She says, finally pointing to the golden boy, he just stares at me with disgust. I smile and wave at them.
"Hey, you can call me Clary, everyone does..." I say, trying to make conversation. Isabelle gets up, and I see how tall she is, long legs, curvy...I'm a midget compared to her... but I'm a midget compared to everyone.
She takes my hands and urges me to the empty seat.
"We've been waiting for you! I'm so happy to actually meet another girl my age! We can paint each other's nails, go shopping, go hiking..." She begins to mumble.
"How old are you?' blurts out Jace. I stare at him, with a look on my face that says 'who are you to ask?' Instead, I just say.
"I'm sixteen, as a matter of fact."
He raises an eyebrow, and I secretly scowl at him... I wish I could do that.
"Really?" He asks.
"You look like you're twelve."
I glare at him.
He raises his hands.
"I'm just saying!"
" Well, Jace, we don't need you to tell us that." Alec says, looking up at Jace. His blue eyes looking protective
"Then I guess I'll go." He says as he gets up.
I'm eating some strawberry yoghurt, and as Jace passes me, he kneels down and whispers to me.
"Bye Ginger." And from some magical force, I feel confidence grow in me, I take my spoon, and whack him on the head with it.
"My name is Clary."
I say, as I take a strawberry, and plop it in my mouth. He stares at me in shock.
He looks at me straight in the eye, his eyes looking sad, and dead.
"Well, nice to meet you Clary." He mutters.
Then he walks off, leaving a shocked Isabelle and Alec, and a Max, who doesn't seem to care, or notice.
(0-ThisIsALine-0)
After Isabelle shows me where the bathroom is I go and find my toothbrush in my bag, and take a shower, the shower is beautiful, the floor is this bamboo material, the water is cool, but very refreshing.
As I walk out of the bathroom, I see my mother, she smiles at me.
"Have you met the children yet?" I nod.
" I really like Isabelle she's very nice, but there's this bo-" My mother interrupts me.
"Well, that's good, but please be careful of what you say and do around the boy, what's his name... Jace! Maryse told me he's... emotionally unstable...he's been through a lot, just like you." She says with this look of pity and guilt.
"Well, he clearly proofed to me that he is capable of many things, what an asshole he is!" I retort.
"Clarissa, language! And you're not much better, you mope around, and you show your emotions, while he just hides it, and lets it out in anger."
Wow, she's protective.
I roll my eyes.
I raise my hands in defeat. "Okay whatever!"
I continue walking to find my "room" and on the way Jocelyn yells out.
"We'll be having lunch with the Lightwoods in 15 minutes! Get dressed appropriately!"
(0-ThisIsALine-0)
As I sit on my bed drawing in the sketchbook I found when I hear a knock on the door.
"Come in!"
Isabelle slowly walks in with a smile.
"Hey, I was wondering if you could help me pick out an outfit..." She asks sheepishly.
"Ummm... I'm not too good with clothes but, sure why not?" I say with a shrug.
"Oh goodie!" She says jumping up and down, she grabs my arm with a swift motion and practically drags me to her bright room.
Although the walls are white, everything else, is pink and black, her bed, is black, with pink covers, her net is pink, her rug, is black, her... you get the point.
She opens up a giant closet, and I notice.. err... pink.
She takes out a mini dress, the top part is a navy color, with frilly little lace, it's separated by a black belt, then the skirt part, is a salmon color, with a straight bottom, unlike the top, which is very frilly.
"What do you think?" She asks as she bites her lip. I just nod my head.
"You like it?" I nod my head faster.
She smiles happily at me.
"Oh! You need an outfit too!" I begin to protest, but she doesn't listen, she begins to dig in a bag, looking for something, She pulls out a tank top like thing, it's emerald colored and very thin looking, then she grabs a very short looking skirt, it's an even darker green, covered in frills. Then she pulls out a brown cowboy belt. She pushes it all in my hands and points to the bathroom, I sigh, and go change.
The shirt is tight, but not too revealing, the skirt feels perfect and the belt just finishes it all up.
I walk back in, and Izzy begins to clap and whistle, I feel my cheeks get red.
"How does this fit you?" I ask her.
"Ha! It doesn't anymore! That was mine last year, you can say I hit a growth spurt, and uh, developed."
I nod and drop the subject, then Izzy decides to do my make up.
"I-I don't really wear make up.." I begin.
"Oh relax! I'll only put on a little mascara!"
In five minutes... I already look like an entirely new person.
I have emerald and brown eyeshadow on, some volumizing mascara, and a thin coat of cherry lipgloss.
I stare at myself. Izzy then starts on my hair.
She brushes through, destroying all knots, then slightly re-curls some strands.
Before, I looked like some dorky kid, with frizzy hair. Now, well not to brag, but I looked pretty HOT! I stare at the mirror, admiring the new look.
Then the moment is ruined when a very familiar voice yells
"Isabelle! Hurry up! Jesus Christ, why do girls take so long to get ready!"
Jace walks in, and stares at me in shock.
(Jace POV)
"Isabelle! Hurry up! Jesus Christ, why do girls take so long to get ready!" I yelled into her room, the light in the bathroom was on so I walked in, and there, in the middle of her bathroom, was a goddess, Clary, looked beautiful, her fiery red hair, her gemstone green eyes... I was going insane, sure, I found girls hot, but she was beautiful, and at that moment, I actually really cared about her. I don't even know her!
"Isabelle's not here." She says quietly looking at the ground.
"Oh-oh, I-uh-Sorry 'bout that.." I say nervously.
She smiles sheepishly at me.
"Well, it's uh, time to...eat, if you see Izzy tell her that." I say as I begin to leave, she nods her head slowly.
"Oh, and Clary, I think you look lovely."
Then I walk out, leaving her, turning bright red.
Okay! There's chapter 2! Hope you like it, and continue reading!
It's longer this time, we meet our lovely Jace... maybe a new chapter tomorrow!
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