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My Hidden Self

Chapter 8

Clary POV:

When Izzy and I get back to my house, she doesn't let me carry any of the bags as she doesn't want to risk me seeing what's in them. I decide to look for Jonathon to tell him I'm home when I hear a sound in the kitchen and assume that is where he is. When I get there, I see not Jonathon, but the golden boy. I flush at my forgetfulness, I forgot he would be here. I'm about to introduce myself to him when I hear Izzy yell for me. "Clary! Get in here and show me where your room is, these bags are heavy!" I take one last look at the Golden boy before I rush off to show Izzy my room.

When I got to the door again where Izzy was, I was shocked by the look on her face. I don't know how I was expecting her to look, annoyed maybe? It certainly wasn't what I was met with. Izzy looked happy, excited, and like she knows something I don't. "Uhh… Izzy, are you okay? I don't think most people would be happy or excited when they're kept waiting…"

"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just happy that you seem to be okay around me, you're talking and even saying what's on your mind at times, and I'm excited to help you get ready for your first ever party!"

I still think that the way she is acting is weird, really weird, but I just met her today, so I'm going to try not to judge, she might always be like this, having different reactions from everyone else. She might just be one of those people that look on the bright side of everything. So I just say, "Oh, okay. Well are you ready to go up to my room? Those bags do look kind of heavy."

"Oh, yes please!" I look back towards the kitchen once more before walking up the stairs. I stop once I reach the top to think about something that just occurred to me. The only people that had ever been in my room is my mom and Jonathon, Luke has seen it a few times but he hasn't ever actually been in it before. I glance back at Izzy trying to decide if I was really going to show her my room or if I should just take her to one of the guest rooms. Then I think back to the day that we've had so far. She was making an effort to get to know me. She seems like she generally wants to help me, for this party at least. Maybe she even wants to be friends after this, I don't know as I'm not really that good with people. I try to hurry up and think because I know that all of that stuff she is carrying is really heavy, and I don't want to make her hold it longer then necessary seeing as she has already done so much for me today. I decide that I can let her see my room, because if she does want to be my friend she would see it eventually, anyways right? If she doesn't want to be my friend, then she won't come back and I won't have to worry about her anyways. I quickly lead her to the correct door and open it. As I'm getting ready to walk in she stops me. "Oh, hang on Clary!"

"What? Did you drop something or do you need me to take some of the bags or something?"

"Oh, no, I just want to get some of the stuff set out and ready, but I don't want you to see the other stuff still in the bags, why don't you run downstairs and grab yourself a drink or a snack, and I'll come back down when everything is ready." She says all of this somehow with a reassuring smile.

"Okay." With that I turn and I head back downstairs. I walk back into the kitchen to get some drinks for Izzy and I, thinking that we are going to be upstairs for a while and would need drinks, if she let me drink. She seems like the kind of person that does makeovers hard core when she does them. I walk into the kitchen with my head down and automatically reach for the cups. I set the cups down before I feel his eyes on me, then I look up. Sure enough, I see his golden orbs watching me. I quickly look away and go to the fridge to get us some water, still feeling his eyes on me. When I pour the water and get ready to walk away he speaks up. "Clary?"

I turn around and look at him. "Yes?"

"Good luck with Isabelle, she can seem a little… crazy at times when she is doing makeovers, but she means well."

"Er- thanks." I turn and walk away, scolding myself silently for talking like an idiot. This kid is trying to make an effort. He started the conversation, not me. If this kid wants to be friends, then it probably wouldn't be an awful thing to try, would it? I stop contemplating this as I go back up the stairs and into my room, assuming that she will just tell me if she isn't ready. She doesn't seem to notice me at first, so I clear my throat to let her know that I'm here, she jumps and turns around.

"Oh, Clary! I just finished getting everything set up. You ready to start?" I nod and hand her a glass of water before steeling myself, getting ready for what is sure to be the longest makeover I will ever go through.

****New Part starts here****

The first thing that she does is hand me a dressing robe that she bought and tells me to put it on, that way when I get changed into my dress later, I won't have to try to not mess my hair up. When I go to change into the robe she tells me to not snoop in any of the bags she has in the bathroom. I nod and go change into the robes. When I walk back out she starts working on my hair, but I'm not really THAT interested in what she is doing so I just retreat into my thoughts. Wondering why Jonathon is making me do this party, why Isabelle is being so nice to me and why I started to open up to her so quickly, even if it's just a little bit. Most importantly I wonder why that boy downstairs looks so familiar. Have I seen him before? Surely not, I'm certain that I'd remember him if I did. I continue my thoughts while I'm being poked and pulled by Isabelle. I vaugley hear her say that she is finished with my hair and instructs me to close my eyes while she does my make-up. I can feel the brushes sweeping across my face and slightly tickling me, but pay them no attention. If I hadn't meet the boy downstairs before then why does he seem so familiar? Maybe I briefly saw him at the store? Maybe I've seen a picture of him somewhere? All that seems unlikely. I must have seen him at a store somewhere. There isn't really any other explanation. I'm jolted out of my thoughts by Isabelle once again, but this time she is telling me that it is time for me to get dressed, and that she will be right back. I walk into my bathroom and distractedly put on all of the clothing and undergarments that she has put in there, once again to lost in my thoughts to really notice what I'm putting on. I walk back out and Izzy hands me the shoes. That shocks me out of my thoughtful state. The shoes…. They are silver strappy stiletto heels; the heels must be at least 5 inches tall.

"Izzy?" I ask, remembering that she prefers to be called that shortened version of her name.

"Yes?" She turns around and looks at me, seemingly genuinely curious about what's wrong with the shoes that she just handed me.

"Don't you think those heels are a little tall?"

She glances at the shoes and then back at me, "No, why? I actually thought that they were a little on the short side, but they just go so perfect with the rest of your outfit."

"Izzy, these shoes are death traps, if I wear them I'm sure to fall, down the stairs maybe."

"hmm… John did say that you weren't used to walking in heels… how about you put them on and practice walking around in them. Then your less likely to fall during the party. I'm sure that someone will be there to catch you if you fall during the party anyways. Just don't mess up your hair, or makeup, or nails, or dress, or… well anything."

"Wait, what do you mean someone will be there to catch me if I fall during the party?" I ask, wondering what would make her say something like that, and trying to get all the information so that I will truly be able to know what she means.

"Oh. I just meant that this party is for you, and you look amazing, just stick with the people you have good feelings about, and I'm sure that they won't let you fall. Now get practicing with those heels, I have to get myself ready for the party, I'll come back and get you when it's time." And with that, she walked out of the room, leaving me to stumble around in these death traps, and wonder what she really meant by that sentence, I caught the hesitation she had before she answered. I walk and think until I realize that I'm not stumbling anymore, that I'm actually walking somewhat gracefully, and that I have no idea what I look like right now or what to expect from tonight. I walk into my bathroom hoping to look in the mirror, only to see that for some, unknown reason, Izzy covered it up. I decide to just keep walking while I wait for her to come and get me, so that I can try to convince her to explain her reasons for covering up my mirror.

I'm sorry, I know that the new part is really short, but I wanted it to end there so that the next chapter can be about the party. I promise to update as soon as I can, with in the week. As always please review, and tell me what you think of it!