clary
this is starting to get weirder and weirder my mom is clearly hiding something from me that is maybe related to magnus she didnt even look me in the eye and more than that i'm reading about my future god this is tooo weird
i look at her again but her head is down fine mom do whatever you want
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"I just can't believe she's being like this," Clary said for the fourth time, chasing a stray bit of guacamole around her plate with the tip of a nacho. They were at a neighborhood Mexican joint, a hole in the wall called Nacho Mama. "Like grounding me every other week wasn't bad enough. Now I'm going to be exiled for the rest of the summer.""Well, you know, your mom gets like this sometimes," Simon said. "Like when she breathes in or out." He grinned at her around his veggie burrito."Oh, sure, act like it's funny," she said. "You're not the one getting dragged off to the middle of nowhere for God knows how long—""Clary." Simon interrupted her tirade. "I'm not the one you're mad at. Besides, it isn't going to be permanent.""How do you know that?""Well, because I know your mom," Simon said, after a pause. "I mean, you and I have been friends for what, ten years now? I know she gets like this sometimes. She'll think better of it."
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"i have a feeling you are mistaken this time"maia said smiling a bit she kept quiet a lot
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Clary picked a hot pepper off her plate and nibbled the edge meditatively. "Do you, though?" she said. "Know her, I mean? I sometimes wonder if anyone does."Simon blinked at her. "You lost me there."Clary sucked in air to cool her burning mouth."I mean, she never talks about herself. I don't know anything about her early life, or her family, or much about how she met my dad. She doesn't even have wedding photos. It's like her life started when she had me. That's what she always says when I ask her about it.""Aw." Simon made a face at her. "That's sweet."
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" it is sweet but for sure you mother hiding things of you"Marlene said
"you know guys most kids who find themselves in such situations their mother would have a teenager pregnancie which went wrong and broke up with the father" simon states
and suddenly mom's head is up and she look scare?sad?I can't tell no she is innocent it can't be
"nope my father is dead" I say quietly
"she may just has a hard past that hurt and she want to forget don't you think you should give her a chance?" Shauna said
they look at me then Christina continue
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"No, it isn't. It's weird. It's weird that I don't know anything about my grandparents. I mean, I know my dad's parents weren't very nice to her, but could they have been that bad? What kind of people don't want to even meet their granddaughter?""Maybe she hates them. Maybe they were abusive or something," Simon suggested. "She does have those scars."Clary stared at him. "She has what?"He swallowed a mouthful of burrito. "Those little thin scars. All over her back and her arms. I have seen your mother in a bathing suit, you know.""I never noticed any scars," Clary said decidedly. "I think you're imagining things."
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they all look at mom she is wearing a t_shirt and there is no scares on her arms
"nope Simon is right" Uriah states and they all nod
I look st my mom again but still there is nothing god what's happening to me I see what people don't see and I don't see what people see ,I need to visit a psy soon
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He stared at her, and seemed about to say something when her cell phone, buried in her messenger bag, began an insistent blaring. Clary fished it out, gazed at the numbers blinking on the screen, and scowled. "It's my mom.""I could tell from the look on your face. You going to talk to her?"
"Not right now," Clary said, feeling the familiar bite of guilt in her stomach as the phone stopped ringing and voice mail picked up. "I don't want to fight with her.""You can always stay at my house," Simon said. "For as long as you want.""Well, we'll see if she calms down first." Clary punched the voice mail button on her phone. Her mother's voice sounded tense, but she was clearly trying for lightness."Baby, I'm sorry if I sprang the vacation plan on you. Come on home and we'll talk." Clary hung the phone up before the message ended, feeling even guiltier and still angry at the same time. "She wants to talk about it."
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"I think I want that talk now" I look expectinly at my mom but she shrug lets see how long she will last this way
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"Do you want to talk to her?""I don't know." Clary rubbed the back of her hand across her eyes. "Are you still going to the poetry reading?""I promised I would."Clary stood up, pushing her chair back. "Then I'll go with you. I'll call her when it's over." The strap of her messenger bag slid down her arm. Simon pushed it back up absently, his fingers lingering at the bare skin of her shoulder.The air outside was spongy with moisture, the humidity frizzing Clary's hair and sticking Simon's blue T-shirt to his back. "So, what's up with the band?" she asked. "Anything new? There was a lot of yelling in the background when I talked to you earlier."
Simon's face lit up. "Things are great," he said. "Matt says he knows someone who could get us a gig at the Scrap Bar. We're talking about names again too.""Oh, yeah?" Clary hid a smile. Simon's band never actually produced any music. Mostly they sat around in Simon's living room, fighting about potential names and band logos. She sometimes wondered if any of them could actually play an instrument.
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"really Clary you wound me this time of course we can play" Simon said dryly well that's a question atleast awnsered
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"What's on the table?""We're choosing between Sea Vegetable Conspiracy and Rock Solid Panda
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"wait seriously ?" Johanna broke off laughing
"those are ridiculous names" Lynn comment
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Clary shook her head. "Those are both terrible."
"Eric suggested Lawn Chair Crisis."
"Maybe Eric should stick to gaming."
"But then we'd have to find a new drummer."
"Oh, is that what Eric does? I thought he just mooched money off you and went around telling girls at school that he was in a band in order to impress them."
"Not at all," Simon said breezily. "Eric has turned over a new leaf. He has a girlfriend. They've been going out for three months."
"Practically married," Clary said, stepping around a couple pushing a toddler in a stroller: a little girl with yellow plastic clips in her hair who was clutching a pixie doll with gold-streaked sapphire wings. Out of the corner of her eye Clary thought she saw the wings flutter. She turned her head hastily.
"Which means," Simon continued, "that I am the last member of the band not to have a girlfriend. Which, you know, is the whole point of being in a band. To get girls."
"I thought it was all about the music." A man with a cane cut across her path, heading for Berkeley Street. She glanced away, afraid that if she looked at anyone for too long they would sprout wings, extra arms, or long forked tongues like snakes.
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"really Clary !that's just stupid" Izzy said
...o...
"Who cares if you have a girlfriend, anyway?"
"I care," Simon said gloomily. "Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor. And he smells like Windex."
"At least you know he's still available."
Simon glared. "Not funny, Fray."
"There's always Sheila 'The Thong' Barbarino," Clary suggested. Clary had sat behind her in math class in ninth grade. Every time Sheila had dropped her pencil—which had been often—Clary had been treated to the sight of Sheila's underwear riding up above the waistband of her super-low-rise jeans.
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"ew !I hate when that happens" christina yell and everyone look at her questionly"oops sorry its me not in the story
...o...
"That is who Eric's been dating for the past three months," Simon said. "His advice, meanwhile, was that I ought to just decide which girl in school had the most rockin' bod and ask her out on the first day of classes."
"Eric is a sexist pig," Clary said, suddenly not wanting to know which girl in school Simon thought had the most rockin' bod.
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"oh clary whay did you say!"zeke yells
" what?"
"about Eric"
"eric is a sexist pig?" i raise my eyebrow"hoooo she said it again"uriah's eyes widen"she said that eric..."and he look to his right
i follow and find eric glaring oh right i forgot we had an other eric here
"shut up both of you we are not in dauntless or else you know what I can do" he glare again and they shush
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"Maybe you should call the band the Sexist Pigs."
"It has a ring to it." Simon seemed unfazed. Clary made a face at him, her messenger bag vibrating as her phone blared. She fished it out of the zip pocket. "Is it your mom again?" he asked.
Clary nodded. She could see her mother in her mind's eye, small and alone in the doorway of their apartment. Guilt unfurled in her chest.
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"you know I think you must talk to her " tris smile at me and I guess she is right but I know myself I won't
...o...
she glanced up at Simon, who was looking at her, his eyes dark with concern. His face was so familiar she could have traced its lines in her sleep. She thought of the lonely weeks that stretched ahead without him, and shoved the phone back into her bag. "Come on," she said. "We're going to be late for the show."
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"end of chapter" christina said
"should we keep reading or not?" Maia ask
"yes sure I'm bored I want to see myself again" Izzy said and jace nod
"can I read?" peeta ask
"sure" Luke said and pass him the book
... o...
chapter 3: SHADOWHUNTER
BY THE TIME THEY GOT TO JAVA JONES, ERIC WAS ALREADY onstage, swaying back and forth in front of the microphone with his eyes squinched shut. He'd dyed the tips of his hair pink for the occasion. Behind him, Matt, looking stoned, was beating irregularly on a djembe.
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"that kind of remind me in dauntless I miss them" Uriah pout but most ignore him
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"This is going to suck so hard," Clary predicted. She grabbed Simon's sleeve and tugged him toward the doorway. "If we make a run for it, we can still get away."
He shook his head determinedly. "I'm nothing if not a man of my word." He squared his shoulders. "I'll get the coffee if you find us a seat. What do you want?"
"Just coffee. Black—like my soul."
Simon headed off toward the coffee bar, muttering under his breath something to the effect that it was a far, far better thing he did now than he had ever done before. Clary went to find them a seat.
The coffee shop was crowded for a Monday; most of the threadbare-looking couches and armchairs were taken up with teenagers enjoying a free weeknight. The smell of coffee and clove cigarettes was overwhelming. Finally Clary found an unoccupied love seat in a darkened corner toward the back. The only other person nearby was a blond girl in an orange tank top, absorbed in playing with her iPod. Good, Clary thought, Eric won't be able to find us back here after the show to ask how his poetry was.
The blond girl leaned over the side of her chair and tapped Clary on the shoulder. "Excuse me." Clary looked up in surprise. "Is that your boyfriend?" the girl asked.
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jace gasped"I can't believe she said so"
"well maybe you should" Simon smiled
shit not again the relation between both of them is bad really bad
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Clary followed the line of the girl's gaze, already prepared to say, No, I don't know him, when she realized the girl meant Simon. He was headed toward them, face scrunched up in concentration as he tried not to drop either of his Styrofoam cups. "Uh, no," Clary said. "He's a friend of mine."
The girl beamed. "He's cute. Does he have a girlfriend?"
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"OMG a girl wants this simon!" jace yelled
"shush Blondie!" Simon yelled
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Clary hesitated a second too long before replying. "No."
The girl looked suspicious. "Is he gay?"
Clary was spared responding to this by Simon's return. The blond girl sat back hastily as he set the cups on the table and threw himself down next to Clary. "I hate it when they run out of mugs. Those things are hot." He blew on his fingers and scowled. Clary tried to hide a smile as she watched him. Normally she never thought about whether Simon was good-looking or not. He had pretty dark eyes, she supposed, and he'd filled out well over the past year or so. With the right haircut—
"You're staring at me," Simon said. "Why are you staring at me? Have I got something on my face?"
I should tell him, she thought, though some part of her was strangely reluctant. I'd be a bad friend if I didn't. "Don't look now, but that blond girl over there thinks you're cute," she whispered.
Simon's eyes flicked sideways to stare at the girl, who was industriously studying an issue of Shonen Jump. "The girl in the orange top?" Clary nodded. Simon looked dubious. "What makes you think so?"
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jace was going to say something but Izzy glared at him"you are cute Simon "she smiled at him and he blushed
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Tell him. Go on, tell him. Clary opened her mouth to reply, and was interrupted by a burst of feedback. She winced and covered her ears as Eric, onstage, wrestled with his microphone.
"Sorry about that, guys!" he yelled. "All right. I'm Eric, and this is my homeboy Matt on the drums. My first poem is called 'Untitled.'" He screwed up his face as if in pain, and wailed into the mike. "'Come, my faux juggernaut, my nefarious loins! Slather every protuberance with arid zeal!'"
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" what does that even mean ?"will ask
"If the nose didn't know how will we do?" Zeke laugh
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Simon slid down in his seat. "Please don't tell anyone I know him."
Clary giggled. "Who uses the word 'loins'?"
"Eric," Simon said grimly. "All his poems have loins in them."
"'Turgid is my torment!'" Eric wailed. "'Agony swells within!'"
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they all burst out laughing god Eric always emberessing me
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"You bet it does," Clary said. She slid down in the seat next to Simon. "Anyway, about that girl who thinks you're cute—"
"Never mind that for a second," Simon said. Clary blinked at him in surprise. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about."
"Furious Mole is not a good name for a band," Clary said immediately.
"Not that," Simon said. "It's about what we were talking about before. About me not having a girlfriend."
"Oh." Clary lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "Oh, I don't know. Ask Jaida Jones out," she suggested, naming one of the few girls at St. Xavier's she actually liked. "She's nice, and she likes you."
"I don't want to ask Jaida Jones out."
"Why not?" Clary found herself seized with a sudden, unspecific resentment. "You don't like smart girls? Still seeking a rockin' bod?"
"Neither," said Simon, who seemed agitated. "I don't want to ask her out because it wouldn't really be fair to her if I did…."
He trailed off. Clary leaned forward. From the corner of her eye she could see the blond girl leaning forward too, plainly eavesdropping. "Why not?"
"Because I like someone else," Simon said.
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Simon looked too red and everyone were consontrating Jace looked as if trying hard to suppress his laugh
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"Okay." Simon looked faintly greenish, the way he had once when he'd broken his ankle playing soccer in the park and had had to limp home on it. She wondered what on earth about liking someone could possibly have him wound up to such a pitch of anxiety. "You're not gay, are you?"
Simon's greenish color deepened. "If I were, I would dress better."
"So, who is it, then?" Clary asked. She was about to add that if he were in love with Sheila Barbarino, Eric would kick his ass, when she heard someone cough loudly behind her. It was a derisive sort of cough, the kind of noise someone might make who was trying not to laugh out loud.
She turned around.
Sitting on a faded green sofa a few feet away from her was Jace. He was wearing the same dark clothes he'd had on the night before in the club. His arms were bare and covered with faint white lines like old scars. His wrists bore wide metal cuffs; she could see the bone handle of a knife protruding from the left one. He was looking right at her, the side of his narrow mouth quirked in amusement. Worse than the feeling of being laughed at was Clary's absolute conviction that he hadn't been sitting there five minutes ago.
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"yes!finally" jace sighed
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"What is it?" Simon had followed her gaze, but it was obvious from the blank expression on his face that he couldn't see Jace.
But I see you. She stared at Jace as she thought it, and he raised his left hand to wave at her. A ring glittered on a slim finger. He got to his feet and began walking, unhurriedly, toward the door. Clary's lips parted in surprise. He was leaving, just like that.
She felt Simon's hand on her arm. He was saying her name, asking her if something was wrong. She barely heard him. "I'll be right back," she heard herself say, as she sprang off the couch, almost forgetting to set her coffee cup down. She raced toward the door, leaving Simon staring after her.
Clary burst through the doors, terrified that Jace would have vanished into the alley shadows like a ghost. But he was there, slouched against the wall. He had just taken something out of his pocket and was punching buttons on it. He looked up in surprise as the door of the coffee shop fell shut behind her.
In the rapidly falling twilight, his hair looked coppery gold. "Your friend's poetry is terrible," he said.
Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. "What?"
"I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random."
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"that's the best description for Eric's poetry till now" Simon pointed and they all laughed
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"I don't care about Eric's poetry." Clary was furious. "I want to know why you're following me."
"Who said I was following you?"
"Nice try. And you were eavesdropping, too. Do you want to tell me what this is about, or should I just call the police?"
"And tell them what?" Jace said witheringly. "That invisible people are bothering you? Trust me, little girl, the police aren't going to arrest someone they can't see."
"I told you before, my name is not 'little girl,'" she said through her teeth. "It's Clary."
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me and jace both laugh remembering the morning
they stare at us but we shrug
...o...
"I know," he said. "Pretty name. Like the herb, clary sage. In the old days people thought eating the seeds would let you see the Fair Folk. Did you know that?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You don't know much, do you?" he said. There was a lazy contempt in his gold eyes. "You seem to be a mundane like any other mundane, yet you can see me. It's a conundrum."
"What's a mundane?"
"Someone of the human world. Someone like you."
"But you're human," Clary said.
"I am," he said. "But I'm not like you." There was no defensiveness in his tone. He sounded like he didn't care if she believed him or not.
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"so now we getted what a mundane mean at least" Marlene sighed
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"You think you're better. That's why you were laughing at us."
"I was laughing at you because declarations of love amuse me, especially when unrequited," he said. "And because your Simon is one of the most mundane mundanes I've ever encountered. And because Hodge thought you might be dangerous, but if you are, you certainly don't know it."
"I'm dangerous?" Clary echoed in astonishment. "I saw you kill someone last night. I saw you drive a knife up under his ribs, and—" And I saw him slash at you with fingers like razor blades. I saw you cut and bleeding, and now you look as if nothing ever touched you.
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"a healing rune" jace said
I don't know what he is talking about and god help me in this why my life became this complicated