disclaimer: lucky Cassandra Clare she owns mortal instruments not me
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I stare at the city lights as I arrive in beautiful New York the homesickness I've been feeling since i moved to LA has finally disappeared, oh New York how I've missed you! Getting off the plane I scan the area for a familiar face, his white blonde hair is slicked back, his black tuxedo is crinkle less, his superiority over all the second class citizens is obvious, he has his chin tilted upward as if trying to look over the crowd even though he is easily tall enough to spot anyone in this mass of people, he spots me and its like the world has gone in slow motion, I run towards him flinging my tiny body into his tall broad frame, I cling onto him tighter then I thought possible, I feel tears spilling down my face.
"I missed you Daddy" I tell his shirt, I feel his chest rumble as he laughs.
"I missed you too Clare now lets go get your luggage" I pull away from him and we walk towards the luggage pick up, I always knew I missed my Dad but I realize now how empty my life was without him.
On the drive home I tell him everything, eventually we pull up to a red brick house with brown shingles and a mossy green door that I called home for thirteen years of my life, a place I never thought I see again in this lifetime at least.
"home sweet home" I whisper, stepping in the uneven gravel, feel the rocks crush under my booted toes, as if in a trance i skip all the way to the porch, I do me and Jon's secret knock on the door and its flung open and I'm pulled into a big warm bear hug, I look up and stare into the sparkling black eyes of my big brother, I grin at him, he pulls me inside.
"damn girl, your short" he grins at me.
"shut up" I slap his arm playfully he drags me up the stairs and shoves me in my room, my suitcases are on the floor, other then that it looks exactly the same as I left it when my mom dragged me to LA, i really should stop blaming my Mom for taking me to LA it was my idea but thats a story for another time. Anyway my room has apple green wall, purple curtains, my desk is still covered in art supplies and pictures, my bed has pink princess blankets that I've had since I was little, i bet if i look close enough on my pillows I'll see tear stains from before i left god my life was such a mess then my dresser has a teddy bear on it that says 'I 3 NY' that I won at a carnival, next to it is a picture frame, of me Simon and Izzy, the memory slips.
. . .
I step outside into the freezing cold weather and I spot a dark figure running towards me and another one joins it
"Clary" I hear my name being screeched, I finally recognize Izzy and Simon as the two figures, I a smile to myself knowing they'll be the first ones to see my twelve birthday.
"Hey guys look what I got for my birthday" I say waving my new camera in their faces "wanna take a picture with me?" Simon shrugs and Izzy nods her head enthusiastically, we've huddle together and I take the picture.
. . .
I flip off my light and fall into bed snuggling into the sense that I'm finally HOME.
Dad says I have to attend school today so here i am standing nervously in the office at Idris high, with my combat boots, skinny jeans, a black tee that says 'YOLO' in big yellow letters and my hair curled and thrown into a ponytail.
"Here's your schedule" says a lady who looks suspiciously like Luke as she hands me a folded piece of paper, I find my way around and eventually it's lunch, I walk to my locker try and unlock it at least half a dozen times when I'm startled by a tap on my shoulder
"may I" A boy asks i nod and move out of the way he unlocks the lock and steps aside
"thanks" I mumble as I throw my stuff in my locker, I turn towards him he's at least a head taller then me with brown hair that covers his forehead, glasses and chocolate brown eyes he has black jeans on and a shirt that says 'I'm in the band'
"I'm Simon" he tells me
"Simon?" I ask
His brows furrow "yes, do you wanna sit with me at lunch?"
"Sure" I wonder if he recognizes me
"Wait what's your name?" He asks as we enter the cafeteria
"Clary Morgesten" I turn and look at him he looks beyond shocked
"Clary, Jesus Christ"
"No it's just Clary" he gives me a big hug
"I thought you died" I laugh at his stupidity his eyes are the size of saucers, I tell him about my life in LA he tells me stupid jokes.
"So Si, where's everyone else?" I ask him
He looks at his tray "umm, well. . . .ya about that, lets just say you were the glue that held us all together, when you left everyone went there separate ways" I look around the cafeteria.
"Alec is always with the seniors, Jon and Jace are either always fighting or ignoring each other, Izzys always with girls and me well I'm either on my own or with my band" he looks at me and then I get an idea.
"Simon, come with me" he looks at me quizzingly, I spot Izzy and she is sitting with the bimbos I once was jealous of. I drag Simon over with me too.
"Hey Iz you got a some geeks behind you" A squeaky voice says I can feel Simon trying to pull away, Isabelle turns and I can see why she hangs out over here she's gorgeous, long black hair, dark eyes, tall and curvy, she looks at Simon.
"who's your friend Simon?" I can tell Simon is feeling awkward.
"you don't remember me Iz?" I ask
"nope" she says popping the p.
I feel arms wrap around me and a head rest on my shoulder and I instantly know its Jon, I can see some of the girls at the table eyes smouldering.
"ya sure bout that Iz?" He asks her She looks in deep thought.
"positive, but should I know her?" I can see her scanning me.
"well she doesn't, see ya later Clare bear" I smile.
"bye Jon" Izzy gasps I look at her.
"Clary" she whispers.
"nice to meet you Iz" I whisper back, she stands up and links our arms I link my other arm with Simons, we walk out of there like the best friends I know we once were and will be again.