Hello! Here's the new update. Working to get a new schedule and you guys should expect to see something soon. As you know chapter 2 is sadly missing and I'm working on re-writing it. Until then…
Clary Pov
I blanch.
"What do you mean," I asked shocked.
Simon has always been my everything. In between the long days and lonely nights. Our time in the tree house has always lifted me up.
I thought that I would spend my life with Simon. And I thought he would want to spend his life with me.
"I mean, we can't see each other anymore. You were chosen. You're property of-" he starts.
"Stop! I'm not property, and I'm tired of people saying that I am!" I yell at him.
"You are, Clary! I can't be with you anymore, The Selection-,"
"I was chosen because of you," I cry. "You encouraged me to do this,"!
"I know, and I'm not happy to be losing you, but we both know that we can't be together anymore," he says desperately.
"I thought we were going to get married," I say softly.
He lets out a breath. His eyes turning cold.
"Wake up Clarissa," he says, his voice stern and cold. And I flinch at the words.
"I can't- just we can't do this anymore. You know the punishment for seeing anyone besides Prince Jonathon. I have a family… you have a family-"
"What about our family, Simon"!?
"That can't happen! Look I gotta get to work," he says and strides out of the house, leaving me knowing that he doesn't have work on Thursdays.
I stare after him, unmoving for what feels like hours until someone bumps into me startling me from my pity party.
And it's then that I decide, that no matter how much it hurts, and no matter how much my heart seems to tell me that Simon is the only one for me.
That I will never, ever, forgive him for this.
I will walk through the Palace doors with my head high and my shoulders squared and I will try my hardest for my famliy. Reminding myself that every week I stay is another plate of food for my little brother.
And it's not like the Prince is and eyesore either.
I sigh and walk back into my room to pack.
I pack away my violin, my keyboard to big to take with me. I pack my quilt, given to me by my older sister, now away to live with her husband who's also a five.
And that's it, there isn't much more than I need to take with me. I plop down on my bed with a grunt.
I Clarissa Adele Morgenstern of Morrow, has been chosen to compete for the Prince's heart. I'm a five for gods sake how did this happen?
I can't take any of it back now, and I don't plan to. I want to show people that my caste is strong and I will go as far as I can in this competition.
Hopefully the Prince likes me for who I am, because I'm not planning on changing a thing for him.
My mother walks through the threshold of my room interrupting my thoughts of the Prince.
"Clary the car is here for you," she says.
"Ok," I reply.
I grab my violin and my quilt and exit the room.
I walk through the house and stop to look back at my family. I'll see them in a little bit, when the town says goodbye to me. But now I get to say my goodbyes in the enclosure of my home.
My dad hugs me and tells me do just do whatever I think is best, Clara tells me to send her something sweet from the Palace, Max says that he loves me and he's glad that I was picked even if I'm not pretty enough and I laugh at his comment.
Finally my mom steps forward and for a minute I think that she will hug me but all she does is fix my hair and adjust my clothing. The white t-shirt and black pants just as crisp as they were this morning.
"You will be poise, proper, and-"
"Polite" I harshly cut her off. It seems as though she didn't care that I may go into this competition and come out a completely changed person.
The people who came to our house today made sure that I knew that whatever the Prince and the Royal Family had asked of me I was to give to them.
The thought of what would be asked of me made my skin erupt with goosebumps. And still, she showed no nervousnes.
"I'll make sure that you're satisfied mooching off the success of my torture," I hiss at her.
"Clarissa!"
"Goodbye Mom," I finish.
With those final words I step off the doorstep of the only home I've ever known into the sleek shiny car that the palace has sent for me.
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The goodbye ceremony in the town square gets the blood rush through my veins.
The entire towns has come to see me away, and it's the best feeling ever. People chanting my name. Telling me to fight for my position. To make them proud.
And I all most slap myself with the lack of confidence I had earlier.
So far I feel great, until my eyes see an image that makes my stomach drop.
I see Simon's arms wrapped around another girls waist, both of them smiling at eachother.
Something akin to glass shattering is what I feel in my heart. It seems dramatic but it hurts to see how quickly he recovered from our split.
I can't help the pang or worthlessness I feel surge through me, and I doubt that Simon loved me to begin with.
But I shake away the feeling and put in a smile.
Its not long before a woman comes to tell me that it's time I get to the Airport.
My ride to the airport is quiet, and I look out the window at the familiar country side of North Carolina. I smile wistfully at the thought of having to live in the crowded city where the Palace is.
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I'm the first to arrive at the airport and the room I am kept in is intimidating in every way. The color scheme is obviously based off of the Prince himself. Mixes of Gold, Hazel, and White make a room so beautiful and so pristine that I'm afraid to sit in it.
It's not long beforeankther girl joins me in the room. There are supposed to be three of us in total and the last one is dangerously late.
Our flight leaves in 45 minutes and security is absolutely draining.
"Hi, I'm Maia, I'm a 4," says the girl. She has beautiful curly hair and her skin is a shiny shade of caramel and I can see why she was chosen.
"Hey, my names Clary, I'm a 5," I reply.
We continue to to talkback and forth and I find myself really liking her. She assures me that she wants to have at least one friend and isn't looking forward to making enemies.
She opens up to me in such short notice that I feel as though I've made my first friend.
Just as we are leaving to board the private jet provided for us the last girl sashays into the room. Instead of wearing the black and white clothing asked of us to wear. She is clad in a blood red skin tight dress.
She still, however, manages to look classy. She is obviously a 3 or above.
"Kaelie Whitewillow of Jewels. I am a Three in the caste system. Sorry I'm a bit late, my goodbye was filled with tears of people sad to see me go," she says poshly.
I can tell that she is not going to be playing fair.
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The plane ride is uneventful but it's upon arriving when things become a blur and frenzy of flashing lights.
