Who: Clary and Cathy What: Cathy finds Clary, Clary has no idea who she is When: Afternoon, when school gets out Where: Streets of LA Rating: G Status: Complete
Her face had slowly turned into a blue and purple mess, the split on her face puffy and red. All through school she'd been gawked at. Teachers had pulled her aside, students had whispered, friends had been concerned. Each time, she stuck with 'I got hit in the head with a tennis ball.' Even if that didn't cut it, it was the only thing she could think of. Clary didn't take part in many sports.
After school she had texted her driver to just take the afternoon off. She wanted to walk. She had to be ready by six, which meant she had a little while to just wonder. She'd picked up some more makeup to try and bring the colour of her skin back to a its ivory shade, as opposed to black and blue.
In just a few hours her best work from this year was going to go on display at her school. Her teacher had been upset when she said she couldn't attend the opening. When he asked why, Clary had just winced, and looked down. He had dropped the discussion after that. Now she was staring outside of an art store. She had all kinds of supplies. Never ending supplies that her mother gave her all the time for gifts. Now she was staring at a brush set. Her mothers was almost done with. They needed to be replaced, and these were simply gorgeous.
It would be the perfect gift. The red head looked up and down the street, as if half expecting her father to appear and yell at her for waisting her time, and his money. Tugging on the hem of her uniformed skirt, she took one more look around, before she moved to go into the store, ignoring the stares she got from people who saw her face as they went by.