I am so sorry. I had written up to chapter 4 but I lost the pen drive with all the work in it so I've had to re-write them all again! I'm so sorry and thanks to everyone who likes my story! :)

Simon

I rubbed my sore nose. My mother had told me to go around the neighbourhood saying hello to people. They were not exactly friendly…

Okay, most of them were down right dumbasses. Most of them were either drunk idiots, crazy cat ladies or people who had probably escaped from prison.

So, the guy with the huge beard and weird mole who had literally slammed a door in my face, seemed like an angel in comparison.

Now there was only one house left: Number 10. Which was the one right next to ours, but I had decided to leave it till last. Something about the house just screamed… lies.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"We already told you we don't want any of you goddamned cookies!" The guy said before letting me open my mouth. It took me a second to realize who he was. Sebastian, the second most popular guy in the school. How did he end up in this place?

He suddenly seemed to realize who I was.

"Hey! You're that new guy! Shawn, right?" He said. He looked nervous and he seemed to be glancing behind him, toward the staircase anxiously. What was he hiding?

"Um… I'm Simon." I said meekly.

"Yeah, well Sean, I'm umm… busy so you can leave now, okay?" He said in an aggressive tone, while still looking at the staircase with an even more terrified look.

"Sebastian? Who's at the door?" Shouted a somewhat familiar voice. At the sound, Sebastian's pale face went white as pure snow and his eyes grew wide.

Then the figure bounced down the stairs.

I immediately knew who it was: The red, curly hair. The big, apple green eyes. The petite little figure and prickled face. There was no doubt that she was Clary, the quiet girl from school. But what was she doing here?

Clary reached the bottom of the stairs and gave me a small and awkward smile. And that's when I saw it.

They both had a stubborn set to their jaw, soft cheekbones and small, stuck-to-the-face ears. It was hard to identify, but I could clearly tell that Sebastian and Clary were indeed brother and sister. Then why was he so eager to make fun of her at lunch?

I just stared at them, my mouth open until I remembered the true reason I had come over.

"Well, I'm new to the neighbourhood and ummm… I just wanted to uh… say hi?" My voice cracked a bit at the end, but I myself almost cracked under the pressure of Sebastian's intense glare.

"Oh." Clary said, her voice sweet and soft; as if she couldn't feel the intense horror Sebastian was conveying. "Well hi. I'm Clary." And she gave me a small smile.

"Yeah, I'm Simon."

"Nice to meet you Simon!" She said with enthusiasm. She seemed so excited, it was hard not to catch her happiness.

"Clary." Sebastian voice cut through the atmosphere like a knife. "Don't you need to go to your room and study French? You don't want all of Daddy's savings for you to go to Harvard to be a waste now do we?" He said in a taunting and childish tone.

Clary scowled.

Sebastian turned to me.

"Come on bro, I think it's time to go!"

He said, but before I could turn to leave, he grabbed me by the collar and whispered in my ear, "If you tell anyone, I will make sure your life isn't worth living, understand?" And I could tell that it wasn't just an empty threat.

I swallowed and nodded. Sebastian gave me a cold smile.

"Good." He said and let me go. I walked down he path and heard Sebastian shout,

"Bye, bye Semen!"

"Sebastian!" I heard Clary scream in fury.

"What? I can't help if that's his name Clarissa."

I heard Clary, or Clarissa, make an exasperated noise and stomp back inside.

When I got home, my mother rushed to me.

"So? What are the neighbours like? Did you make any friends?" She said as she brushed the flour off her clothes.

"Where do I begin?"