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Chapter Two- Clary POV

I storm out of my school, Alicante High, tears pouring down my pale cheeks. "Jesus, Clary, you're so stupid! Why the hell did you tell him you still love him? He doesn't care about you!" I mutter to herself. I hear the bell ringing over the loud pounding of the rain, alerting students that lunch is over, but don't turn back. Jace is in my last two last classes, and I definitely couldn't handle being near him. I continue running through the parking lot and through the many streets until I reach my house. I approach the small brick bungalow, pausing when I see a police car in the driveway. "I wonder what that's doing there," I thinks to myself, and despite the uneasy feeling in my gut, I walk into my house.

As I step through the door, a large, muscular man in a police uniform appears from the kitchen. He has average-length mousy brown hair, blue eyes, and is about 6'1". The man looks about forty-five years old, but fit for his age. He looks at me with a questioning look. "Are you Clarissa Morgenstern?" He asks uncertainly

"Yes, but if you don't mind, I prefer Fairchild," I respond.

"Well, Ms. Fairchild, I'm Officer Luke Garroway. I'm sorry, both of your parents were in a car accident. They weren't able to see through the rain, and spun off of the road. They've passed away." Officer Garroway says sympathetically.

"W-what?! Oh my god…" I moan, sliding down the front door and onto the floor.

"I'm so sorry, do you need some time alone?" Officer Garroway asks, and I shake my head, so he continues talking. "Do you have any relatives you know of that you can live with?" he asks, and I shake my head again. "Well, then if you can pack up your belongings, I will bring you back to the station, and we'll try to find you a foster family."

"Okay, th-thank you, Officer. Wait, what about my brother, Jonathan? He's still in school. Does he know yet?" I asks him, choking back tears.

"Yes, when I arrived here, I called your school, but I didn't tell him about your parents. He should be here soon," he explains.

Just then, Jon walks through the door. His white-blond hair is wet from the rain, and his pitch-black eyes look from Officer Garroway to me, questioningly. I run up to him, and embrace him, now sobbing.

"Jon- Mom and Valentine, they're dead," I whisper.

Jon's face is frozen in a look of shock. "What? N-no, they can't be…" He stutters, sounding heartbroken.

"Yes, Jon, they are; they were in an accident." I respond to my brother softly. "Officer Garroway said to pack up our stuff, so he can bring us to the police station and find a foster family." Jonathan stiffly nods, and walks up to his room.

"Clarissa, I'm just telling you now, so you can be prepared- you and your brother may not be together. Not many people are willing to take in two children," Officer Garroway warns me once Jon is out of earshot.

"Can you at least try to find someone who will? Please?" I beg.

"Of course, I'll try as best as I can, but I can't make any promises," he says in a sympathetic tone.

I quickly tell him I am going to gather my belongings, and rush upstairs. I decide it would be best not to tell Jon that we might be separated unless I have to.

I walks into my small room, and immediately grab a duffel bag from my closet. I fill it with a few pairs of jeans, sweatpants, shirts, and shoes. I also take my phone charger, laptop and its charger, plus various sketchbooks and art supplies. Once I check to make sure I have everything I need, I walk out of my room and stop at Jon's closed door to knock. He grunts, signaling that I can come in.

Jonathan's room looks exactly like a cliché teenage boy's room. He has clothes everywhere, a basketball on the floor and a football on his bed. He is sitting on the edge of his bed, mindlessly tossing his football into the air and catching it. He looks up at me, and he has tears welling up in his eyes. "I can't believe it… Mom's dead…" he says, and I nod and sits down next to him.

"It'll be okay, Jon. Everything will be fine," I mutter to him, trying to reassure him.

Suddenly, I look up to see Officer Garroway standing in the doorway. "Are you ready to go?" he asks, more directed to men than Jon. He could probably tell I am stronger than him about this. I had never really been close to my mother, but Jonathan practically worshipped her.

"Yes, Officer. We're ready," I reply. The officer nods and says he'll be waiting in his car. onathan and I take our belongings, and walk downstairs and to Officer Garroway's car, leaving our childhood and memories of our mother behind.

Time skippppppppp (about half an hour later)

Officer Garroway pulls up to the police station, and brings Jon and I inside. He directs us into a room with a desk and papers everywhere- it must be his office. He signals to two chairs and tells us that we can sit down. Jon says he is going to the bathroom, and I sit down and begins to drift out of reality and into my own thoughts.

Why did this have to happen to me? First losing Jace, now Mom; I might even lose Jon! I think to myself. I hears Officer Garroway speaking, and realize he's talking to someone on the phone.

"Oh that's great, Elodie! I know she will be very excited. So what time will you be picking her up?" he pauses, then continues speaking. "Okay, thank you. I'll tell her right now. Well, I guess I'll see you very soon," he puts down the phone and turns to me. " Clarissa, I've found you a foster family! The woman's name is Elodie Verlac, and I believe she has a nephew who lives with her who is about your age- if I'm not mistaken his name is Sebastian Verlac."

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QUESTION TIME: Should Sebastian be good and nice and stuff, or creepy and mean, and should he be attracted to Clary, *clicks tounge* or nah? LEAVE A REVIEEEWWWWWW 333

~ CC Herondale