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Chapter One: Friend of Foe
Your skin like dawn
Mine like dusk.
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other, the end of a
sure beginning.
-Passing Time – Maya Angelou
~ The Year 2529 ~
Have you ever come to the realisation that your whole life was a lie, that everything you believed in was just a ruse , that all you had ever been feed was lies and false accusations. When Clary was fourteen she came to a similar conclusion, but now three years later the enormity of the situation has finally come into perspective, she never realised quite how much the world she had learned to navigate for the last seventeen years was in actual fact, not her world at all.
~ The Year 1528 ~
There were five major schools located in the whole Nation, two of which were in Pearle Town which was the region in which mainly the rich and privileged lived. Athletics was taught rigorously at School 01110000 and was an obligatory subject to take for your A.A.R.D.E levels, along with life skills, pre-med, chemistry and self-defence. These obligatory subjects varied throughout the five schools, each aiming to thrive in different areas.
Clary hated chemistry, almost as much as she hated the fact that she was only five feet tall when both her brothers were six, almost as much as she hated that she has bright red hair when her brothers were blonde. All she wanted was to go out on the school playing fields and run, or to go to the art room and finish her painting she had been working on for some time now. But no, she was sitting in a stuffy science lab next to the biggest bimbo loving nut job she ever had the misfortune to meet. The only problem, he was hot. Now when she says hot she means like ultra-hot, like scorching hot, like melt your face off hot. But when he opened that beautifully shaped mouth of his, it was like all that hotness just got put out. This was unusual behaviour though, as people generally avoided getting even remotely close to her, not that she minded, she didn't want any more friends. But she didn't necessarily want any enemies either. But this guy was pushing his luck, if he wasn't careful he was going to get a punch in his pretty little face. That would put a hole in his oversized ego; Clary smiled just thinking about it. The satisfying crunch of his nose under her fist, the crimson blood flowing down his face, spilling onto his uniform white shirt.
Clary was woken out of her day dream by a paper ball hitting her face from across the class room. She looked up and saw Simon grinning from his seat before he put his head back down pretending do work, his glasses slightly askew on his face. He was going to get in trouble if Hodge saw him wasting paper like that. She opened the scrunched up sheet and flattened it out as well as she could, discreetly shielding it from blondie's prying eyes. What up with Goldilocks today? She smiled slightly before scribbling a reply and throwing it back when Hodge's back was turned, No idea, guess Kaelie isn't putting out. Either that or he's got a death wish. Preferably the latter. She continued staring off into space for a few minutes until the bell went indicating it was lunch time. As she walked out into the corridor a hand grabbed her wrist and dragged her into a secluding classroom. Clary's immediate reaction was to bring her hands up in defence and punch them in the throat, but she thought better of it when she saw who it was. Her intruder put both his hand on either side of her head effectively caging her in. She stared into the swirling golden eyes of her captor becoming amazed at the unique and astonishing colour, her hands itching to paint them. But once again he had to ruin it.
"So what do you say, you, me the janitor's closet?" He smirked down at her, his grin widening impossibly wider as her eyes widened, before screwing up her eyes and giving him her best death glare.
"In your dreams blondie" she replied with an eye roll.
"Oh my apologies, I don't think we have officially meant." He removed one his hands from the wall and held it out for her to shake, "Jace Herondale, at your service".
She merely looked at his hand with what could only be described as complete and utter disgust and he had to admit that did hurt his ego slightly, no girl had ever declined him. But she wasn't any girl.
She looked back up at his face in disbelief, "I am not touching that". She then swiftly ducked under his arm and headed towards the door, but not before turning her head over her shoulder staring at him from under her eyelashes, her mouth pulled up in a half grin, "Clary, Clary Morgenstern".
My appologies for the short chapter, the next one will be longer. Please give me a review if you have any ideas, I would love to hear them or just if you want to let me know what you think.
P.S. The number of the school may be a little more imprtant than you think, if any one wants to know I will give them a clue.