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Clary Point of View

"I'm going to kill that child!" Jace fumed. He's been pacing back and forth, about the run a hole through the library's carpet.

"Jace, you have to calm down." I start to say, but am interrupted by Jace facing me with rage in his eyes.

"Calm down? Clary, he hit our child! He kicked her out of her wheelchair! She could have gotten really hurt had Max not been there!" He yells at me. I would be offended, but I could hear the worry and fear that are laced into his words. He's right though, those children would have beat her up if Max had not shown up and defended her. I don't want my baby to get hurt.

"I know Jace, but let's be thankful Max was there and defended her." I plead with him, but he doesn't even turn to face me. He still gazes at the bright red flames dancing in the fireplace. It casts shadows over his face that makes him look older than he really is.

"I am glad he was there Clary, but he will have to be there all the time at this rate." He tells me. I don't understand, he was glad Max was there, but why would he always have to be there. He finally turns to look at me, his gold hair hangs down limply lining his face. I give him a confused look, but he just looks at me with pity.

"Clary, I'm going to tell you something about our culture. I don't agree with it, but it's something that has always been a custom or something members of our culture do." He gravely explains. His words strike fear into my heart. I know I will not like what he is going to say. What could possibly be so terrible that Jace doesn't agree with it? I brace myself, waiting to be pissed or depressed. He takes his hands in mine. His giant, colossus, tan hands envelope my dainty, pail, freckle covered hands.

"Clary…um, I don't really know how to explain this, but…I ah," He stumbles and stutters over his words. Now I really know he doesn't want to tell me this. I look and at him, my emerald green eyes meet his golden honey colored orbs. Our gazes lock, and by giving him this look, I tell him he can go on.

"Well, in the Shadowhunter culture, we are trained to protect the Mundie world from demons right?"

"Yes, Jace I know what a Shadowhunter is, I am one and so are you." I slowly tell him, trying to be condescending while rolling my eyes. He just smirks at me, but it is quickly wiped off his face and replaced by a frown.

"Clary, since we protect the world, it is essential that we are able to train and have our bodies be ready and able to fight off demons and other dark forces. So, to be able to move is something that all Shadowhunters need to be able to do." Jace explains to me. I nod, I know that that is something that is true. Jace continues,

"But, when someone has a disability, like Iris, they don't usually…um…" Jace trails off, unsure of what to say.

"It's okay Jace, you can tell me." I urge him. He looks conflicted, I try to urge him to continue and he finally obliges.

"Well, when a child is born that has any kind of disability, they usually are,"

"Jace just tell me!" I plead with him.

"They usually don't make it! They kill the child when they are born!" He snaps.

What? No… they don't. They can't kill innocent children. I can't even wrap my mind around this. The Clave has no right to do this. I suddenly lost the feeling in my legs, I fall down onto the nearest chair. I can't comprehend that Iris technically isn't supposed to exist. That's why the children and the adults at the Academy were so scared and confused about Iris. They have never had to deal with a child who was in a wheel chair or who was mentally unstable. They never got to survive to see another day. I don't even realize I'm crying until Jace is using his thumbs to carefully brush away the tears. I lean into him, not able to support myself. He wraps his strong arms around me, comforting me in a way no one else can. He uses his finger to turn my head so that I am facing him and looking him straight into his melted gold colored eyes.

"Clary, I hate it! I hate that the can only think about what is best for their race and not about the fact that these children they kill will never grow up. That's why when Iris was paralyzed I was so nervous to tell the Clave. They won't kill her, because of what we did in the Mortal War, but these problems she is having, probably won't go away for a while."

This statement made the tears fall harder. She didn't want her baby to be bullied or to get made fun of. Jace just held her and whispered sweet comforting words into her ear. They sat in the library, the fire warming their bodies, and cried onto each other's shoulder. Wishing that people would just accept the fact that their daughter was a perfectly fine Shadowhunter, she might not be a Shadowhunter that fought, but she was still a child. She didn't know any better, she just wanted to have fun and enjoy being a kid. They eventually decided that Iris would continue going to Alicante Academy, she would be resilient and rise above the discrimination that she would get.

GIANT TIME SKIP!

Iris Point of View

She's talking to Angels

Counting the stars

Making a wish on a passing cab

She's dancing with strangers

She's falling apart

Waiting for Superman

To pick her up in his arms

I peel my sleep ridden eyes open, and pick up my iPhone on my bedside table. I let the alarm play out for a little bit, I love this song. Waiting for Superman by Daughtry. I shut it off eventually, not wanting Max to pound on my wall again, shouting at me to turn off my stupid music. He doesn't have to be up as early as I do anyways. I rub my eyes with my hands trying to wake up a little bit. I just wanna sleep some more, but I have a test that I have to take at the Academy. My bright green comforter is thrown over the side of the bed, I swing my legs over the side of my big queen sized bed. I lower my pale, freckled body into the comfort of my velvet green and gold wheelchair, sinking into the soft velvet. I survey my room, and look at how much it has changed.

My bed is positioned in the corner of the room, with lime green sheets, comforter, and pillows. My walls have stayed pale purple since my mom and I painted it when I was four, before the accident. I have a desk with my computer, school supplies, sketchbooks, and all of my other art supplies scattered on the desktop. My walls are covered with posters of my favorite bands, movies, TV shows, and musicals. One thing my family has adapted to was some of the Mundie pop culture. I love to watch their TV and my friends and I like to sneak into their movies and musicals by putting glamour runes on us. In the corner, a bookshelf is situated, that is filled to the breaking point with books. I roll my chair over to my closet and dresser, picking out my outfit for today. I was glad I didn't have to wear my uniform to take the test, since I am taking it over the summer.

I rummage through my dresser drawers to find a clean pair of jeans to wear today. I finally pull on a pair of ripped skinny jeans, the ones that have holes, but strings are still attaching them to each side. I pull a lavender purple tank top on, and over that a jean jacket that goes to my elbows. Once all the pieces of clothing on my body is straightened out, I slip on my beat up, old pair of bright green converse onto my useless feet. My arms push my chair into the bathroom. I look into the mirror and see my mother, but I look different than what she looked like when she was fifteen. She says I look a lot prettier than she did, but I don't see it. My bright emerald green eyes stare back at my reflection, the same as usual topped with thick, long, black lashes. My face looks the same, a dusting of freckles on my cheeks and nose, but not anywhere else on my face. But, freckles are everywhere else over my body. Wavy, ruby red hair lines my face, very thick and long. I begin to brush it carefully.

I love my hair, I really do, but it was yet another reason for kids at school to make fun of me. Ginger. Come on, let's be original here. I don't find offence in it at all. When someone calls me a ginger, I could care less. I brush my teeth and put on some lip balm. I pop my lips and decide it's time to leave. I open the door and as quietly as possible, make my way down the hall. I don't want to wake anyone up, especially my cousins. If I woke them up, a stampede full of sleep deprived teenagers would be after my head. I pass Max's room, his door is decorated with posters of video games and other things guys like. His name is painted on his door in army-camo designs.

I think about how much he has changed since that day in kindergarten. How different he is now. After that day, he still has been protective. When someone insults me or makes a comment or something like that, he tells them to shut up or something else with a little more language if you catch my drift. But, he isn't by my side all the time like he was before the incident, but I expected that, he got beat up for defending me so he learned from that experience. He still looks out for me, but we are at opposite ends of the popularity pyramid at school. He's up at the top, with the same kids who kicked his ass in kindergarten, Tommy or course, Will, Gabriel, Gideon, Jem, and Julian. Julian. He's been different too, I never talk to him, because he's always with my brother or one of his stupid friends, but I always catch him staring at me, but he always denies it.

I will admit, I have developed a little crush on Julian, but he's just so kind and smart and cute. How could I not? I just can't like him though, he's friends with Max, and it would just complicate things too much. Plus, I'm me. I'm Iris Herondale, the freaky girl in the wheelchair who is too good with runes and likes Mundie things. I'm the freak of our school, don't get me wrong, I have friends. Anna and Maggie have always been there as very close friends. We also added a few more members of our group which include a girl named Tessa. Tessa found out she was a Shadowhunter, not long ago, so she struggles with some of our concepts and customs, but she's a very passionate fighter. She has long, brown hair and gray eyes, and a very kind smile. She's very curious and likes to ask questions, but we always answer them for her. Another member is named Reuben. Reuben is that friend you have that is very perverted and makes jokes that really make you uncomfortable yet you just laugh it off. Reuben is very smart, he is a pretty good fighter, but not as good as Max and his friends, who sometimes come over and get special training from my Dad.

My Dad did train me on how to use fighting axes and throwing knives. I always carry two knives and I have one throwing axe secured under the back cushion of my wheelchair. I can fight, I just wouldn't be able to hold demons off for a long time without help. That's one thing that I would wish for if I got one wish, to have my legs work again. I look down at my skinny thighs, and it's almost as if they are transparent and I can see the runes on my thighs. Energy draining runes, ones that cannot go away unless the person who put them there. So, Sebastian, my evil Uncle. Mom and Dad never talk about him, last year they finally told us who he was and what had happened. Mom and Dad had a really bad upbringing is what I got from that conversation, and someday, Sebastian will come for me or someone in our family. And that is the last thing I want to happen, him taking one of my family members.

Oh, sorry I got way off topic. Another one of my group's members is a girl named Claire. Claire is basically the brain of our group, I mean, Reuben is smart, but Claire is smarter. She's not very good at fighting, but is very skilled when I comes to Demonology and other studies we have at the Academy. Then, there is Claire's boyfriend, Evan. Evan is hilarious, he's kind of like Reuben, perverted and dirty-minded. But, he's a great addition and someone who you love to be around. And last, but certainly not least, Grace. Grace is the most innocent out of our group. She's super sweet and is someone who is extremely loyal and will be there with you until the end. We call our group the Outcast Circle, because we all are outcasts, we aren't exactly what everyone and the Clave thinks of when you picture a Shadowhunter. We lean on each other for support, and that is something we always have been a part of, and have pledged to each other, we will always be there for each other and you can never leave the Outcast Circle once you're in, and you can't come in unless we all agree to take you in, but we haven't taken anyone else in since seventh grade, when Tessa came to the Academy.

We will continue to be with our group, because if we don't then we won't know what to do when we start our freshman year at the high school building at the Academy. I'm so nervous, because there's going to be a lot of older and really big kids there and I don't know if I am ready to face that, I already struggled in elementary and middle school. But what's comforting is that it is not just me, our entire group is scared, and no one wants to face the seniors. Especially seniors who are Shadowhunters. I just want the taunting and insults to end, but I feel like it's going to be taken up a notch in high school.

That's why I'm up, I have to go to the Academy and take a test on my rune recognition and drawing ability to get into an advanced class, most likely in a different grade level. The Academy knows my gifts with runes, but they have to make sure I am suitable and ready for a higher leveled class. At least that's their excuse for making me take the test during my summer vacation! My Dad is not happy, because he thinks that I don't have to take the test that I've already proven myself and I don't need to take a test to verify that. Truth is, I think they are making me take it, because the Clave is making them. I bet the Clave wants to see my level and see if I could be an asset to them.

I finally make it to the kitchen and see that my Dad, Mom, Grandpa Luke, Grandma Jocelyn, and Grandma Maryse are up. A chorus of hello welcomes me into the kitchen, where the smell of eggs and bacon are prominent. I wheel myself over to my Dad and Mom and give them a hug and kiss on the cheek. A plate is already fixed for me, scrambled eggs, a couple slices of bacon, and some toast with my favorite strawberry jam already spread over the toasted bread. I push myself up to my usual spot at our long mahogany table and dig into my breakfast. Both my parents take a seat next to me, my mother watches me closely with her kind and comforting features, while my Dad just looks like his usual self, smiling and happy.

"Are you nervous for the test, honey?" My mother asks me. I swallow a piece of egg before I talk, Mom hates it when any of us talk with food in our mouths.

"Not at all, Dad and I reviewed the Gray book copy we have last night, it took ten minutes and I got every runes right." I boast, a smile stretching across my face. Dad pats my arm and smiles a me, he's proud of me. He's always proud of me, with whatever I do. I just wish so bad that I could be the Shadowhunter he's training Max and Luke to be.

"Yup, she was on fire, Clare. You should have seen her, and when I asked her to draw any kind of rune, it took her no time at all, she got all that from you." He goes on and on about me and my rune drawing skills. Mom hits dad playfully on the shoulder, knowing that I have her rune abilities, but Dad says I'm way better. I would never tell my mom that, I don't want to hurt her feelings.

"Come on honey, finish up, you have to be there at nine, right?"

I nod, my mouth full of the last bite of toast. I take my plate to the dishwasher and place it inside. I hug my Grandparents goodbye, they all wish me luck. I know I will do great, I am totally prepared. Mom, Dad, and I walk (I wheel myself obviously) towards the library where the permanent portal Mom made is. The portal is opened and I say goodbye to my parents. My Mom hugs me, repeatedly wishing me luck, and I know she really wants me to pass with a high score, so I can excel at something that does not include anything physical. My Dad kneels down in front on me and puts his hands on my shoulders.

"You can do this, Ri-Ri." He tells me. I smile at him.

"I know, Dad, thanks for helping me." I answer. He smiles so big and hugs me tight.

"I love you Iris, more than you will ever know."

"I love you too, Dad."

Awwww

Heart touching moment between Iris and Jace!

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