I screwed up… Again. It had all started out as a normal night drinking with my friends.
When one of my not very bright friends got the idea to go to the rich end of town to spray some tags which I must say sounded pretty fun in my drunken brain, And it was until the pigs came around.
Most of my friends had gotten away, but of course my legs didn't really work after half a bottle of bourbon.
Now I'm sitting here at the police station waiting for one of my brothers to come pick me up.
I'm half asleep when I hear my eldest brother Azrael's voice.
He is talking quietly to officer Aldertree pointing at me and exchanging some money.
Officer Aldertree has always been so easy to get into agreement with.
Azrael waves me over "come" he calls with a voice that might sound totally cool if you don't really know him, but I could hear all the anger under his cool facade.
As soon as the car door closes, Azrael speeds off "do you mind telling me what has gotten into your mind, this is the third time in a month i have to bribe an Officer for you." He yelled at me, no longer able to control the anger in his voice.
"You don't exactly follow the law, either" I bit back.
It wasn't fair that my brothers broke the law every day, but I had to follow every little aspect of it.
I could feel my brother tighten a bit on the car seat beside me " it's not the same" he hissed with clenched teeths.
I decided I was too tired to argue, and we sat in silence while he calmed down.
As I drifted off to sleep with my head leaning against the car window.
I woke up in my bed breathing fast, and my sheaths were all sweaty around 5:30 AM.
These nightmares were killing me.
Azrael must have put me to bed last night.
He had his sweet sides too though I was one of the few who got to see them.
I got out of bed and took a short shower without getting my enormous hair wet.
I put on my old baggy dickies and a black tank top.
No need to dress up on a Wednesday.
I took a look down at myself in the mirror on my way down the stairs. You could clearly see the scars running down my arms.
I couldn't care less at least the scars on my stomach wasn't visible, and people usually just assumed that It came from fighting in my brothers illegal fighting club,
but of course my brothers would never allow me to fight. They have always been so over protective.
Down stairs my youngest brother Samael who was only 2 years older than me was cooking breakfast "good morning lil sis" he greeted me "morning" I sat down at the table and sighed putting my head in my hands my head was pounding.
"hungover?" he asked placing an omelet on my plate
"yeah it's wicked" I moaned.
If I had looked up at Sam at the moment I would probably have seen a smile on his lips.
Halfway through my omelet my eldest brother, Azrael who was 10 years older than me and Raziel who were 5 years older than me came pounding down the stairs.
Raziel looked around before his eyes found rest at Sam
"Where's my omelet!?" he asked in confusion.
Sam lifted his gaze from the omelet on his plate "I didn't know you wanted an omelet" he said innocently "well of course I want an omelet. Why wouldn't i want an omelet" Raziel's voice was full of disappointment
"then go make one" Azrael cut in with a sharp voice.
It seemed that he was in a bad mood today,
perhaps because of my little trip to the police station last night,
"nah I'll just take some bread" raz mumblet still mourning his unborn omelet.
Me and Sam drove to school together in our old red MGB 1,8 cabriolet.
With indie rock blasting out of the old car radio. I was 5 minutes late for 's class.
It didn't matter. I was always late, and well biologi wasn't exactly fun. I opened the grey door into Mr Starkweathers class. Mr Starkweather simply ignored me as I sat down on my seat and quickly fell asleep hearing Starkweather's voice fade behind me.
I Was running through the way to a big LA townhouse.
My stubling legs seemed too small. Too slow.
He was right behind me, and tears ran down my face as I realised none of my brothers were home.
He grabbed my arm and slammed me to the ground.
SLAM!. Mr Starkweather slammed a book at my table to wake me up. I jerked my head up looking around in shock before I jumped out of my chair catching my friend Raphaels worried eyes as I ran out the door. I went through the empty halls glad that no one saw me freaking out.
I kept whispering "just a memory just a memory
Just a memory" as I tried to calm myself down.
I opened the swing doors out to the little area behind the school where there were never any students -except today- a golden haired boy whom I had never seen before, sat smoking a cigarette.
He had to be one of the new students. Reaching down in my pocket for my cigarettes I realised that I had forgotten them in my locker. Shit.
I wasn't gonna go back to my locker on the other side of the school, so I walked over to the boy sitting on the bench furthest away. He looked up and met my eyes as I sat down on the bench, and man he was beautiful. Everything was golden. His eyes, his hair, his skin.
"you got a spare cigarette?" I asked the golden boy
"for a lovely lady like you, I always have spare cigarette"
He grinned -what a beautiful voice- and pulled one out of his pocket. "thanks" I said, and smiled at him as I lit my cigarette. "Jonathan Herondale but you can call me Jace" I shivered thinking about the one of the two persons I feared more than anyone who shared a name with this golden angel. I shook the thought of me as the boy held his hand out.
I took it with a firm grip " Clarissa Fairchild. But most people call me Clary."
"Well hello Clarissa" Jace smirked.
A shiver ran down my spine, only Valentine had ever called me Clarissa. "So you're new to town huh? Where are you from" I asked him. " Well me and my family moved here from New york when Maryse-my mom-got a job at the local hospital" he informed me. "oh so she is the new doctor!, Who is replacing old Dr Ithuriel. He has been suffering from dementia for the last 2 years. It's not very comfortable when your doctor forgets his own name. Poor old man"
"your doctor seriously forgot his name?.", Jace laughed.
"yes it's true. It was while he was stitcing up my hand" i grinned showing him the little scar on my hand from when I cut myself while slicing tomatoes. As a proof.
-the only "normal" scar i had.
"Well if that's the standard then Maryse doesn't have to be so worried about doing a good job" Jace grinned just as the bells rang " that's the lunch bell" I stated.
"come on I'll follow you to the cafeteria"
As we walked into the cafeteria I looked around after Samael and found him talking to a friend with his face turning away from me. "Sam" I called, but he didn't seem to hear me "Samael Fairchild!" I yelled a little louder, and he turned his head to look at me.
He came over to me and Jace. "Sam this is Jace, Jace this is Sam" I introduced them.
Sam held his hand out, and Jace took it with what looked like a firm grip.
Suddenly Jace waved at someone "that's my brother and sister over there.
Wanna eat with us?" he offered Sam and me. Jace's sister was absolutely gorgeous.
Her raven black hair, her fair skin and her ebony eyes, everything about her seemed to be perfect.
"Isabelle lightwood" she introduced herself with a voice like honey as we sat down "and this is my Brother Alec." My eyes went from her beautiful face to the boy beside her.
He looked a lot like Isabelle, but where her eyes were black, his eyes had an eye-catching blue colour.
He was pretty but not stunning like Jace and Isabelle. "Hello my name is Clary, and this is my brother sam" sam smiled beside me
"So where are you guys from?" Sam asked the 3 teenagers sitting in front of us, "Well, we used to live in a big penthouse apartment in NYC. But our parents got tired of the city, so when my mom got a job here they took the chance." Big Penthouse apartment in NYC. They must be loaded "well, it's nice. Finally seeing some new faces around" I added smiling.
"I suppose you don't get many newcomers here" Jace said looking around at the other kids in the cafeteria. "No there haven't been any new comers since we moved here" I told them "so you two aren't born here" Isabelle lightwood asked with her honey voice.
"no we aren't"
Me and Sam choired "well then where are you from?" Jace inquired "we're from New York. We moved here 4 years ago" I told the lightwoods,
'' Why did you move from LA? To here. No offence"Jace asked.
I didn't know what to say since I couldn't really tell the truth.
How would "oh we fled from LA to get away from our dad who just got arrested for murder and child abuse. Oh and please don't forget our psycho brother who thinks he's in love with me. "
Sound in the newcomer's ears.
I looked up at Sam's face for help.
He looked at Jace and answered his question.
"things didn't really work out in the city" he answered smoothly,
and I prayed that the lightwoods wouldn't push the question further.