"Clary?" Jace asked, knocking on her door a few times. Jace was scared, and he wasn't about to deny it. A girl half his size tossed him to the ground just an hour and a half before with, what seemed, very little effort. There was definitely something strange about her, but he wasn't about to go digging into her past for answers when she's this pissed. The door swung open, making Jace flinch. He was a bit jumpy. Clary looked about as angry as an elephant that was just prodded multiple times in the behind with a butter knife. Also, Jace noticed, her cheeks were just the slightest bit shiny. Had she been crying?
"Here." Jace said, holding out the photo in one trembling hand. To his surprise, Clary didn't yank it away. She took it in her hand very gently, her eyes scanning over it as if she had never seen it before, her stone expression changing to relief. "Are you all right?" Jace asked softly, his hand reaching out towards her, though he soon pulled it away. She looked up at him, her eyes glossed over. She swallowed the lump in her throat before answering. "I'm fine, thank you." She said, her voice cracking. Jace knew better than to believe it, but he chose not to annoy her, and began to walk back down the corridor. "Jace!" She called after him, her tone sympathetic. Jace turned to face her, expecting word abuse or even threats. "I'm sorry." She said quietly as a tear splattered on the marble floor. Before Jace could react, she shut the door, sliding down to the floor once it was closed. "Où êtes-vous?" She whispered.
(Author's note: I have to pee!)
Class was over and everybody had gone their separate ways. Jace found himself wandering, passing a few friends and muttering a few "Hellos" to them. Then, Jace stopped at the sound of a haunting yet beautiful voice floating through the corridors. He followed it subconsciously, curious. He could faintly make out the words of a female voice singing: "If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain...If you cut me with a knife its still the same." He continued to follow, more words becoming clear: "And I know her heart is beating, and I know that I am dead..." Whoever this was, she was singing about death. Right on, Jace thought. "And the pain here that I feel, try and tell me its not real. For it seems that I still have a tear to shed." Finally he reached the kitchen where the voice was emanating from.
"Hello, Jace." Elemae said cheerfully, placing the last of the dishes in the cabinets. "What brings you here?" She asked. Jace blinked, she really was younger than he thought. There was a long moment of silence. "Are you going to answer or just stare?" She giggled. Jace shook his head, breaking his trance. A chill ran down his spine as he recalled her voice seeping through the halls, so smooth, so sure. "You're a beautiful singer." He said to her, making her blush. She smiled, "Thank you!" Another question popped into Jace's mind, and before he could stop it, it was already out there. "If you don't mind my asking, how old are you?" He regretted saying it the moment he finished, now seeing her puzzled expression. She only laughed, then. "That seems to be the question on everyone's mind, huh?" She began, leaning against the sink. "You're going to be surprised." She told him. He only nodded, anxious for the answer. "I'm 14 years old, Jace."
Well, now you know Elemae's age! Yayyyyy. Umm, I have to pee so, talk to you guys later! Review please! .com/watch?v=7rapm7TKlPs