And here is your Chapter 2.. Thank you for the reviews. I am taking most of them into consideration. Clary is definitely going to have guy problems (I'm not saying she's going to get together with Caden, but it could happen) and is totally badass with all her painful memories. ;)
Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns MI, even though I wish I could.
CHAPTER 2: NEW LIFE
Clary's POV.
TWO YEARS LATER….
"Hey, Clary. Hey, hey, Clary. Clary! CLARISSA FRAY, IF YOU DO NOT WAKE UP RIGHT NOW I'M BRINGING MY BROTHER IN HERE!" a voice yelled, startling me awake. My best friend Carson Bell stood in front of me, hands on her hips, a light smirk on her face. Her long blonde hair was perfectly pulled back into a ponytail, her bangs falling down to frame her face. Her dark blue eyes shined with mischief, like they always did.
"I'm up, I'm up. Geez, do you have to yell?" I complained, throwing off the covers and stretching. I remembered how Izzy used to wake me up before I left. The memories brought pain to my chest, so I pushed it out of my head, and stared up at Carson. "I'm gonna go wake up Kenz now!" she said, skipping out of the room. You could hear her down the hall yelling, "MACKENZIE! MACKENZIE!"
Two years ago, when I left the New York Institute, I had no idea where I was going, much less where I was going to end up. Leaving my family, my friends, him, was more pain than I could bare, and I wouldn't dare to relive it. I was wondering for weeks, looking for somewhere I could call home, when I came to the Boston Institute. I found Carson, and her family, and the residents here, and they took me in, and I became a part of their family.
Carson has one older brother, a half brother. His name is Caden, and if you didn't know they well enough, you would think they were twins. They have most of the same physical features, like the blonde hair, and the dark blue eyes. Caden was tall and muscular, sweet and kind. He's extremely attractive (to me, anyway), but I've kept my distance, because when I get too close, it bring back memories of Jace, and those hurt too much. He reminds me too much of him.
Caden used to live with his father, until he stole a Ferrari, and was sent to jail for Grand Theft Auto. To keep a piece of his dad, Caden kept his last name, Wallace, so he could always have something to show that he still loved his father, no matter what law he broke. He was sent to live with his mother Avery, her new husband Trent, his little sister Carson, and the others.
Unlike back at the Institute in New York City, I have two best friends. Beside Carson, my other best friend is MacKenzie Peterson, or Kenz, as she likes to be called. She has curly brown hair, and dark brown eyes flecked with black. She came to live at the Institute when her Shadowhunter parents were brutally killed by a Greater Demon when she was fifteen. She's one of the most sarcastic, funny people I have ever met, besides Jace.
Also living at the Institute, is Riley Dawson, but he just like to be called Dawson, because he hates his first and middle name, which is Bob. Dawson has straight, jet black hair, and bright evergreen forest eyes. He's tall and muscular, just like Caden. Dawson is an orphan, and he's never met his parents. He was dropped on the doorstep of the Institute as an infant, and Avery and Trent took him in immediately. Caden and Dawson are best friends, and parabatai.
Trent and Avery, the parents, are funny, witty, and extremely intelligent. Avery looks just like her children, the short, pixie cut hair, the dark blue eyes. Trent, however, looks nothing like his daughter, and has brown hair, and hazel eyes. Trent has been the Head of the Boston Institute since his father passed away. Then Avery came along after her divorce, married him, and they had Carson. We're all one big family, if you ask me. Except, I'm the oddball, coming all the way from New York City, with the hair that's redder than a fire truck.
After getting a quick shower, brushing my teeth and hair, and dressing up in a pair of light skinny jeans, my favorite blue tank top with the Chinese cartoons on it, and a pair of purple high tops, I lazily walked down to breakfast. On the way down the hallway, I looked into Kenz's open door, and saw her laying in bed, sound asleep, with Carson sitting in the chair to the right of her bed, bound and gagged. When she saw me, Carson hopped up and down in the chair, a muffled squealing coming from the rag where her mouth was. I shrugged my shoulders, as if to say, "Too bad, sucker! I'm free and can talk, so I'm going to get some bacon," and she glared at me, curses most likely within all her muffled shrieks. I happily skipped to go grab some bacon.
When I got to the kitchen, I saw a platter of bacon on the table. I was just reaching for a piece when two strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. I knew immediately who it was. I sighed, still stretching to grab my bacon, "Caden, please let go! I want my bacon! The bacon needs me!" I heard a low, throaty chuckle, and then he was walking backwards, pulling me farther and farther away from my precious bacon. "Leave my poor bacon alone," he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "Bacon! Bacon!" I whimpered, reaching helplessly for the kitchen as it disappeared from my view.
Soooo? Don't you just LOOOVVVEE Caden? Because I sure do. Review review review!