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Clarssia sat in her new bedroom. Purple walls, a queen sized bed, a few posters, her own bathroom, and she even got the connecting side of the twinning room for a study since the queen sized bed was too big to fit a desk in the same room.
Professor Starkweather wasn't kidding about paying for the house and plane tickets. It was… a dream.
The family had spent the last 2 months through summer to unpack, repack, and connect with old family. Clarissa remembered some, but not all. She acted like she knew them, remembered them, but wasn't that what everyone did to save themselves the embarrassment?
"Go to sleep, honey," said Jocelyn from the door. She had on a silk robe whilst her daughter was in a t-shirt and cotton shorts.
"Yes, Mum." On her way out, Jocelyn switched off the lights and closed the door. It was Clarissa's first day of school tomorrow. She couldn't be any more scared than she already was. Were the people here like the ones back home? Did they fake everything? Act like British snobs? The stereotypical kind? Clarissa had an accent, but that was natural. It came from her mother and going to an international school in HK. What was going to happen to her?
That was 2 years ago. Clarissa was now a 14 year old teenager who had friends that didn't care about her eczema, but her well-being in general. They loved her for who she was. It didn't matter what clothes she wore or her accent. She was cared for, and that was all she ever wanted.
"Hey," said Jonathan from the doorway. Moving to Canada had done him good. He built up a six-pack with V-lines, fixed up his fashion sense a little, and become more athletic, and was now on the Student Council. He even managed to get a girlfriend, though they weren't serious enough yet for him to bring her home.
"What's up?" asked Clary as she zipped up her schoolbag. Today she was fashioning skinny jeans, brown riders boots, a white long t-shirt with a red rose in the middle, and a purple-blue striped cardigan.
"Well, it's the start of high school for you and um… I just thought I'd wish you good luck."
"I think… well, thanks." Clary's head was down. She decided to leave her hair so it could cover her face. That was how it always was.
"Hey, don't stress. I'll be there if you need me. I'd be glad to introduce my little sister to my friends." Clarissa smiled. Jonathan had good friends, she knew. It was as if they were picked out to join him and his amazing leadership.
"Thanks."
"And you get to ride in my aweeessoommmee car." Right, Professor Starkweather paid for Jonathan's car since he didn't get much attention from him, then figured he deserved a little something for sacrificing his life in HK for his sister.
"Be there in 10," she said, then went down the stairs of their house to the kitchen to grab an apple. Blood red.
It was lunch and Clarissa had made her first friend. She didn't have any friends during elementary. She blocked them all out. Her mother insisted for her to change and give everyone a chance. So she was going to try.
"Isabelle," said Clarissa.
"Call me Izzy, or Iz. Only people I hate call me Isabelle," the flawless girl winked.
"Do you- by any chance- happen to have any siblings?" she continued.
"Yeah. My brother Alec, and adoptive brother Jace. They're both dickheads so you might not wanna get close to them."
"But, they seem nice to me. They're quite close with my brother, Jonathan. I've met them a few times."
"Your brother's Jonathan? The one with really nice hair and is on the Student Council?" Clarissa nodded. "Clarissa. God that's a mouth full. I need to think of a nickname for you." Izzy paused for a second. "Your brother… he's amazing like, the most perfect person EVER!"
"I'm glad you think so," Clarissa giggled.
"Can I meet him one day?" Izzy made it sound like she was getting a VIP pass to meet a famous celebrity in their own dressing room.
"Sure… you could um… you could come over today if you want…"
"Yes! Thank you!" Izzy started to finish off her lunch in 2 seconds flat. Clarissa didn't bring anything to eat. "I'm taking you to meet someone. I think you two would hit it off really well."
"Hit it off?"
"Not like that. I mean, best friends. You two have a lot in common. Date him, you die. He's mine." Clearly, this too-beautiful-to-describe girl had her eyes set on someone. But who could possibly be best friends with her? She didn't share anything about her past, except she lived in Hong Kong. That was it!
"Okay?" Clarissa's arm instantly shot up with force by her new friend and towards a crowd of nerds. They were all having a discussion on pokéball in the main foyer on the floor.
"Guys, this is Clarissa. Clarissa, these are the Guys."
"Hi," said Clary with a small smile.
"And this is Simon Lewis, the leader of the group." So she likes thiiiss guy. Wow. A little nerdy, but she could fix him up if she wanted to. I'm guess she doesn't want to and finds his neediness somehow attractive, thought Clarissa.
"Hey, Clarissa. God that's a mouth full. Can I call you Clary?" I swear these two are perfect for each other.
"Sure," she replied with a small voice.
"Clary! OMG that's the best nickname ever!" Isabelle exclaimed. Clarissa just stood there, trying to get use to the people around her. They were so open, and she was closed. very closed. She didn't know how she was going to survive.
It was the period after lunch and she was in Drama class. She didn't want to go. Not at all. She would trade that course for anything. Extra Math, extra Science, better yet, she'd trade it for Art. Art, the one thing in her life that stayed constant. There was no possible way she'd give up that light.
The class sat in a circle so everyone could see one another; except Clary had her eyes set on only one guy. Everyone had their eye on him. Every girl in the class gossiped about him, some guys, being the jealous people they are. His looks were the most breathtaking thing in the world.
Once the teacher ,which everyone had still yet to learn the name of, walked in, she told everyone to introduce themselves as they went around the circle. Their name, preferred name if they had one, and an interesting fact about themselves. Damn.
Clary paid no attention to the class except for a few names; but, once it landed on the boy she wanted to know the name of, her eyes and ears locked on him.
"As everybody knows, my name is Jace Herondale and I am the most attractive person out there." Clary rolled her eyes. Jace seemed to catch it.
Once it got to Clary, she said, "I'm Clarissa Morgenstern. You can call me Clary, and I…" she thought of the one thing that embarrassed her the most which was probably not the best idea at the time, but it could have been worse. "have a British accent… sometimes." She did her best to rid of it, fake it even, but it wasn't working very much.
(Jace's head tilted up at the word 'British.' His weakness was accents. Not everyone knew that, but this Clary girl would soon find out.)
The rest of Drama class was full of random games that got people to remember each others names. Clary could remember the majority of the class… but she remembered Jace's the most.
Once the bell rang that signalled the end of class, she thought back to what Isabelle had said during lunch…
"Yeah. My brother Alec and adoptive brother Jace…" Jace. It couldn't be this Jace? But how common could the name Jace be? Not very.
Clary had time to think about this for the last period of the day. She shared no classes with Isabelle, but had 2 with Simon. It was an… okay first day of high school; being a freshman and all. One thing that was unsettling to her were those golden eyes. It was just that. She desperately wanted to draw them, but since she took Drama instead of Art, she'd have no excuse for having a sketchpad with her 24/7.
"You ok?" asked Izzy as they met up by their lockers. They were exactly right next to each other. It was how they first met.
"Yeah," replied Clary as she dumped her empty binders into her locker.
"We're having a talk once we get to your place." It was right then when Clary knew what was going to happen. Shit's gonna go downnnnnn.
As said, this is just the build up. We're gonna skip ahead a couple of years to when they're 16 so it makes more sense. Just saying, this is like a diary to one of our writers. It'll be as accurate as possible. We are also going to add Shadowhunters into this. Please review, favourite, and follow!
