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VOICES

CHAPTER 1: HOW I LOVE THAT WORD

As a young girl I always heard voices. Well, one voice. Like a conscience with a sarcastic sense of humor and no filter what-so-ever. The self proclaimed 'hot-stuff' has always been there. As long as I can remember, Jace has been there, commenting every time I tripped, every time I faltered, and every time I did anything slightly embarrassing. He is truly a jackass, but he's my jackass.

I know him better than I know myself. His name is Jonathan Christopher Wayland. He is seventeen-years-old. He has gold hair and gold eyes. He used to live with his father, whom he loved, but was an evil man in my opinion. He then moved wherever and has been living with the Lightwoods, Maryse, Robert, Alec, Izzy, and Max, since.

We never really asked where each other are. We agreed early on that it would be better to do that. He said he was not allowed to say.

He isn't allowed to say a lot.

Of course he knows even more about me than I know about him. I am Clarissa Adele Fray. I have red hair and green eyes. I live with my mom, Jocelyn. I am sixteen-years-old. I love art and I have a nerdy best friend named Simon. My life is, in his words, mundane.

When I was five was the first time I remember him speaking to me. We already knew each others' names and family because we had been talking since we were born. I met Simon that day and I told Jace all about school. He was fascinated. I can't remember why. There are just flashes and bits and pieces, nightmares about him screaming and weapons and monsters. Every one in a while he'd ask what I remembered about him.

Hey, Clare-bear. His voice takes me out of my stupor.

Hey, Jacie-poo. I taunt.

Don't call me that.

Then don't call me Clare-bear. I think in a tone I can only describe as 'nyeah'

I was going to wish you a happy birthday but…

But what?

I don't think you deserve it… He thinks smugly.

Bullshit! I exclaim.

I speak only the truth. He thinks defensively.

We can agree to disagree…at least you remembered!

You've only been thinking about it for the last month and a half. I couldn't forget if I tried.

Ha!

"Clary!" my mom yells from downstairs.

"Coming!" I reply.

I think I like that word coming from your mouth…He says almost suggestively. My stomach flip-flops.

Fuck you!

Gladly

Uh, uh, uh, My mind flusters, just when I thought you were being sweet.

Nice recovery.

I make my way down the stairs. My mother and Luke are standing there with these smug/excited expressions, and my mom has a hand behind her back. They're up to something.

"We have presents." Mom smiles. She holds out an envelope.

"Should I be scared?" I ask.

"Just open it." She says excitedly.

I open it. Inside is one of my mother's hand-made cards.

"Beautiful." I comment.

"Thank you." She says. "Open it."

I unfold it. Paper bills are placed inside.

"That's how much you need for those new markers you wanted. I didn't know which colors to get so I decided to let you pick."

"I pitched in." Luke adds. He gives a pointed look to her and she laughs. It's these moments that are infuriating. They are so obviously in love with each other.

"Thank you." I say. I've wanted these markers for forever.

Don't I know it. Jace comments

Shut up! I scold. His laughs resonate through my head.

"You're welcome. When's Simon coming?"

"Soon." I say and walk back up the stairs so I can continue to get ready…and to leave them alone…Just wishful thinking.

I don't want to be poisoned!

Izzy cooking? I ask.

Yes. I laugh.

Do you think I should wear a black dress or a green one when I go out tonight?

You could just not go out with the nerd…

Is that jealousy I hear? I tease.

Yes. He deadpans. My heart leaps into my throat.

Green or Black?

Avoiding the inevitable are we?

It's inevitable I have to get dressed!

Not if I had you.

Jace!

Green. As much as I like black, I can imagine you in a gorgeous green dress that matches those gorgeous green eyes.

You've never even seen me!

So you think. I stupidly look around my room.

Trust me, wear the green.

Okay… I pull off my sweat pants and shirt and slide on the green dress. He suddenly speaks again.

Maybe as a birthday present I could tell you where I am. I nearly trip over the edge of my bed.

Really? I ask incredulously.

Sure.

Then tell me.

Later, if you don't go out with the Nerd. He spits.

It's not a date. I try to reassure him. Please tell me!

I will, later.

Why not now?

I'm irritated with you. He thinks childishly.

Real mature. I use as much sarcasm and irritation as I can.

I know I am.

Imagine me rolling my eyes.

I walk out my door and into the bathroom across the hall. I apply bright red lipstick that complements my fiery hair and eyeliner. Mascara tops it off. I forgot eye shadow!

Eye what?

Nothing.

I apply golden, sparkly eye shadow I borrowed from my mom. It looks okay I guess. I'm an artist so I can pull it off, I just don't wear it often…

"Clary, Simon's here!"

"Coming!"

How I love that word…

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