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Chapter 3
Night and Day:
Sunday
Turns out Isabell was right about our classes. First period is history with Mr. Starkweather, second is a class that teaches us brail with Mrs. Herondale, third is Technology with Mr. Lightwood, then we have lunch, fourth period is music with Mr. Carstairs, fifth is gym with Mr. Herondale, and sixth is art with Mr. Bane. Its a lot of classes, I know, but at least the school separates them. We have first through third periods on Monday and Wednesday, and the remaining classes on Tuesday and Thursday. Friday is basically a remediation day, if we get behind in a class or just need extra time to work on schoolwork, that's the day to do it. The set up makes it a lot easier to get from class to class, especially since the grounds are so large. I know for a fact that I would have been late to almost all of my classes if the set up was any different. There are support groups, clubs, sports, and even church groups every day after class, except for Friday.
Classes don't start until tomorrow so Izzy and I are touring the grounds again. Its gotten much easier now that I've done it so many times, soon I'll probably be able to get around on my own. Tap. Tap. Tap. At first it was odd to have to rely on something as simple as a stick to get places, but now its like second nature. All it takes is counting and listening. From my bed it takes five taps forward to get to the door, and from there its ten taps to the right, seventeen to the left, and then thirteen more to the right and I'm in front of the door that leads out of the girl's dorm. Simple, so long as you concentrate and remember.
"Hey Izzy," I called out when a minute or so passed without Izzy's mindless bantering, but I was answered with dead silence, save for the sounds of others around me. "Izzy!" I called again, this time louder. My heart beat faster at the thought of being left out here alone. I may be getting used to this place, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to go out on my own, no way! Izzy and I were just heading to the cafeteria to get some lunch, which is just my luck because the cafeteria is one of the few places that I haven't memorized yet. I cursed myself internally as I tried to move forward. Tap. Tap. Tap. Clank. I tapped to my left and heard the same clanking sound, it must be a trashcan or something, so I headed off to my right.
"Izzy?" I called again. The buzz of people around me was growing louder, making it harder for me to hear the taps of my walking stick. I strained to listen, but soon found myself colliding with the side of a wall. It knocked me off balance, and I most certainly would have fallen to the ground if someone hadn't caught me. My back pressed against a hard plane of flesh and strong arms wrapped around me to keep me from toppling over. My cheeks flared with embarrassment at both my clumsiness, and my epic navigating fail. "Sorry," I mumbled as I uprighted myself. "Don't worry about it," a deep voice laughed, "Its not everyday that I get to save a damsel in distress." The snort escaped my mouth before I could stop myself, "Damsel, really? What century are we in again?" The boy laughed, it was a full and pleasant laugh that brought a smile to my face.
"Yes, chivalry is not dead yet, and I do believe its the 21st, could be wrong though whose to say," the words seemed to just roll from him, and as odd as it seems I found myself wanting him to keep talking, if only just to hear his voice longer, "Now does this damsel have a name, or should I just call you little red?" Hahaha, very funny. Like you're the first to play on my hair, but coming from him it didn't sound like a snide remark, more like an observation. "Clary," I said, "Clary Morgenstern." I placed my free hand out in the direction his voice has been coming from, and within moments he takes my hand up in his and gives it a polite shake. "Nice to meet you Clary, I'm Jace Wayland," the boy, Jace, said.
The name sounded oddly familiar, and then it hit me. "Oh," I said with a start, "Are you related to Izzy? Isabell Lightwood." Jace laughed for a moment before answering. "So, already looking into me, are we Clary. First family history, next criminal records, then medical info," Jace said, clicking his tongue at the end, I could just imagine him waving a finger at me, and then again I couldn't. I have absolutely no idea what he looks like. If he's cousins with Izzy he might have the same straight, black hair and tall frame, then again cousins don't have to look a like. I mean look at Jon and me, and we're siblings.
"No, no, no," I said as I waved my hand, "Izzy is my roommate. We were walking around here actually, but I lost her. Do you think you could find her, I would do it myself but..." I motioned towards my eyes which now had tiny scars from the glass all around them. My cheeks grew red again, this time in shame for having to be dependant on a complete stranger. "Oh, yeah, sure," Jace said, not missing a beat. There wasn't even an ounce of pity, in his voice, he didn't even seem startled.
"Hmmm," Jace hummed as he searched for Izzy, and after a couple minutes his voice picked up, "Oh, there." Jace grabbed ahold of my wrist and pulled me forward a bit before realising his mistake and let go of me, "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." I waved him off. I completely understood, that was how Jon usually brought me around places. It was just easier that way, and it helped to not get separated. "Its no biggy, Jon does this all the time," I said as I offered Jace my hand again. After a moment's hesitation he grabbed my hand again and started to lead me off again. "She's just over here," Jace said, but he sounded different, I'm probably wrong but it almost sounds like he's sad.
"Clary!" I heard Izzy yell after a while, and then the jangling of her bracelets rang and next came the scent of vanilla. "Where did you go!? I turn my back on you for a minute and then you're gone," Izzy cried as she wrapped me in her arms. She sounded like a mother scolding her child for wandering off. "Izzy, Izzy," I laughed, "I'm fine, and besides, I was safe, Jace helped me." "I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse," Izzy scoffed. "Hey," Jace interrupted, "I can year you, ya know?" "I know," Izzy said, I could practically hear the eye roll in those two words.
"So, you wanna get lunch now," Izzy asked, her cheery mood returned as she focussed back on me. "Sure," I said with a shrug of my shoulders. "Finally! I'm starving," Jace said as he followed behind us. I felt the gush of wind as Izzy whipped her head back at him, "I wasn't talking to you. Don't mind Jace, Clary, he's just an idiot, now, what are you hungry for?" I wasn't sure whether I should laugh or feel sorry for Jace, Izzy was just night and day between the two of us.
Author's note:
Hey guys! So I wanted to thank those of you who I can't reply to in the comments here, so thank you! I'll answer questions now for those of you that I can't reply to...
MI cra-cra: I completely goofed on the whole eye thing, but yes I suppose she would. They would most likely just be dark sunglasses, and as for the cane yes she does. I just didn't write it in the first ones because she had someone to guide her.
Oh also would you guys like pictures for this story or do you want to create it all yourselves?
