Jace's POV:
"Jonathan Herondale! Get down these stairs this instant!" Mayrse yelled up to him. Jace sighed and slowly descended the stairs to find the whole of his adoptive family waiting for him.
"What?" He asked and Mayrse tapped her foot.
"We are having a friend to stay with us. Her name is Clary and she arrives tommorow, she is your age and Isabelle will be looking after her,"
"Looking after her? I thought you said she was our age, not three," he scoffed and looked at Maryse's pinched face. "She is but she's been through a tough time and she doesn't speak,"
"So we are having an exceptionally grumpy person come to-" Jace started "Ever!"
"What?"
"Clary doesn't speak," Max said, wrapping his arms around Jace's leg, "Not for eleven years,"
Clary's POV:
"Here we are then," the social worker said and hopped out the car. Clary's parents had been murdered infront of her when she was five. She had been trailed around care home after care home until the lightwoods had offered to have her. Now as she climbed out the car she looked up at the big house noting the way everything was modern and stylish. The door opened and a women walked out. Mayrse. She was followed by her husband Robert, daughter Isabelle, and sons Alec, Max and Jace. Jace was adopted though so he wasn't a lightwood by blood.
Jace, the golden haired one ran his eyes over her and she shivered. Be strong Clary, he's just another jerk. Mayrse introduced them all and she nodded politely until it was Jace's turn. "I'll show you around later. What do you say?" He smirked and Isabelle smacked his arm "Jace!" She hissed to him and apologiesed to Clary before dragging her up to her room. It was plain white and Isabelle said she could decorate it however. Clary popped her bag on the bed and looked around. Isabelle sat besides her.
"I'm so sorry about Jace, he's just tactless some of the time," Isabelle said and Clary smiled to show she understood. Luckily Isabelle talked a lot so they balanced each other out quite well. Isabelle then told Clary about her and that included a lot of details about her boyfriend, Simon. "Oh and Simon's coming for dinner!" Isabelle said and jumped up causing Clary to be thrown on the floor.
At that moment Mayrse called up the stairs saying that Simon had arrived and that the food was ready. Isabelle led Clary to the dinning room and squeled when she saw the curly haired boy wearing glasses. He looked sort of familiar to Clary. She sat opposite him and he quickly glanced at her. He looked away and a look of confusion crossed his face. For the rest of the meal he kept staring at Cary until she jumped up! Simon Lewis! She hadn't seen him since she was six. They had been best friends but lost contact when Clary had been put into the first care home. The table fell silent as she stood. "Clary? What happened?" Simon asked, raising his hand to brush hair out of his eyes.
Jace's POV:
God Clary was so annoying. The way she judged me with her emerald eyes. Suddenly she jumped up and everyone was quiet.
"Clary? What happened?" Izzy's boyfriend asked. She opened her mouth but when Robert reached to touch her arm she bolted out the room, a hand clapped to her mouth, tears pouring down her face.
"What the hell Si? How do you even know her?" Izzy snapped, holding Simon back from running after Clary.
"We used to be best friends but when her parents were murdered she stopped talking and went into a care home," with that he pushed past Izzy and Jace's mouth fell open.
Jace ran out after Clary and found her cowering in the corner of her room. He couldn't but help feel sorry for her. "Clary? Are you OK?" He asked softly, he reached up to push the light shade out the way and saw fear in Clary's eyes. She stumbled to her feet and tried to run past. Jace caught her around the waist and spun her around to face him. She was trembling, tears pouring down her face as she shoved Jace away.
Clary's POV:
Clary ran past Jace and into the landing. Everyone was standing there and the room began to spin. Black spots covered her vision and she whirled around, looking for a way past until the blackness consumed her. She felt herself hit the floor and curled into a ball. That was the last she remembered.