The Broken Generation

You are a bunch of nerds

She woke up with the picture of hands covered in gold burned to her eyelids and sharp pain shooting from her collarbone to the end of her fingers. Wincing at the pain she stretched her arm out shutting off the antique alarm clock.

Getting out of the bed, still half asleep, she made her way over to the bathroom attached to her room. She looked into the mirror, splashing some water on her face to wake up shooting hot pain down her arm. Pulling the collar of her pyjama down she inspected her collar bone.

She gasped in surprise as she saw her star-shaped scar, red and rising from her skin and tender as a fresh burn, much different to the usual faded white of an old mark.

'What the fuck is going on', she thought.

...

'I swear this weighs a ton,' said Alex while heaving her big suitcase up the stairs to the library.

'I get you sister, I get you,' huffed Victoria, struggling with a suitcase not much smaller, than the other girls. 'Fuck,'she cursed as sharp pain shot down from her collar bone once again. She tried everything to numb the pain, but neither iratze or mundane medicine worked and so she was left with no other option than clenching her teeth and sucking it up.

'Need any help?' came a mocking voice from the top of the stairs.

The taller girl's head shot up, her heart skipping a beat. Giving the boy a once over, she barred her teeth in a wolfish grin.

'No Theodore, not really, we enjoy heaving twice of our body weight up the stairs,' she said rolling her eyes.

'It can't be that heavy,' he said while hurrying to help Alex who looked ready to topple over.

'I thought you were strong, independent women who don't need any help,' came another voice from the top of the stairs.

'No, Oliver, we are strong, independent women who know when to admit they need help,' remarked Alex handing her suitcase over to Theo.

'So will you make a use of yourself and help your favourite sister, brother dearest?' the blonde held out the handle of her suitcase to her brother shooting him a pleading look, smiling slightly when he moved to help her.

'Do you have a body in this thing?' the dark-haired boy asked Alex after trying to pick up the heavy baggage.

'I don't know man but my sister definitely packed half of the library in there,' complained Oliver.

'No boys, you are just carrying the burden of our existence in there,' said the Vic high-fiving Alex, who let out a whoop.

'Way to be edgy, bitch, I am so proud of you,' said Alex to her friend while walking up the stairs.

'You better be, I learned from the best. Besides it's in my genes,' said the blonde proudly.

'What is in your genes?' sounded a stern voice from the hallway before the library.

The kids looked up to see the source of the voice. There in the hallway stood Clarissa Herondale the blondes' mother. She, much like her husband looked especially young for her age, with smooth skin and hair still bright red without any traces of grey. The only thing that looked old at her were her eyes, which seemed wise beyond her years. It were especially her eyes which made the teens hurry up, as right now she was fixing them with a glare that could put the whole clave in its place. A look that the two blondes seemed to inherit from her.

The teens hurried past her, not in the mood to face the wrath, the two Herondales stopping to give their mother a hug..

'We were just talking about how edginess is in our blood,' Vic told her. 'I mean dad was basically the edge lord when he was our age,' she elaborated after seeing her mother raise an eyebrow.

Clary just chuckled, ushering her daughter into the room silently agreeing with her.

'Finally, I was wondering what took you so long,' said Isabelle giving the teens a once over stopping her eyes at the two boys carrying the suitcases and smiling slightly. ' Boys it was so sweet of you to help them,' she teased the boys running a hand through her long, black hair.

'Just like you taught us auntie Iz ,' said the taller girl, taking her things from her brother. 'Where is Tanya?' she asked the adults.

'She and your father have already left,' Clary said ushering the blonde to the portal.

'They couldn't wait two more minutes?' Alex inquired.

'No, as we are already running late. You are going to be teaching, you should be a shining example,' said Isabelle at which Alex rolled her eyes.

'Mom, no,' Alex simply shook her head as Vic sniggered. She did not feel the need to be a role model for anyone. She did not think she could ever be one.

'So, who wants to go first?'Clary asked the four teenagers who exchanged a look.

'Theodore,' Vic blurted out.

'Me? I thought you would want to go first, being the best at everything,' the boy said.

Vic looked at him studying him. She couldn't decipher his motives. He did not sound as if he was mocking her. Was he serious? No, you are good for nothing.

'Ha, ha, ha that was a good one,' she remarked, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Oliver pushed his sister out of the way, rolling his eyes and making his way over to the portal. 'I volunteer as a tribute,' he said putting the three middle fingers to his lips, in sync with his sister and cousin, before disappearing through the portal.

'You are a bunch of nerds,' Theo laughed following Oliver through the shimmering portal.

Vic took a deep breath and stepped through, landing gracefully in the garden of the academy. She looked up at the enormous building, which she saw for the first time.

'By the Angel, it looks just like Hogwarts,' the girl sighed.

She regretted not being able to attend the academy as a student as a result of her health being fragile and she had to push her parents into letting her attend the Scholomance. They said she had to prove she can handle the pressure before they allowed her to and therefore made her go to the Academy first.

And so she became Victoria Seraphina Herondale, the teacher of Angel Studies at The Shadowhunters Academy in Idris. But at least she would have a peaceful year with her friends, the girl thought. Gawking at the building before her Vic looked around noticing Theo looking at her.

'What?'the girl asked and looked around, realising they were alone outside. Others must have thought of somewhere inside the academy and she scolded herself for blindly following the tall boy.

He reached his hand out, stepping closer to the girl, as he brushed his fingers over her collar bone. She shivered at his touch and looked at his hand. It brushed over the scar, red against her skin.

'What happened?' he asked softly.

Vic's face grew hot and she started thinking of an explanation. I have been having strange dreams, again, and woke up with an old scar burning. No, she would have to think of something else or they will call her a freak. Well, more of a freak than she already felt like, even though Katharina assured her she was not, in fact crazy, and society will learn to accept her just the way she is.

But she was pulled out of her mind, and spared of giving an answer by a mass of curly hair basically tackling Theo. Vic took a step back to avoid falling to the ground looking at what almost took the boy down. She quickly realised that it was who, rather than what as she recognised the person to be a very pretty girl, with deep brown skin and curly black hair.

'Uh, I think I will... just... uh, you know... leave you two be' Vic stammered, walking backwards from the two.

Then the girl broke off the hug extending an arm to her and introduced herself in a very cheerful manner: 'Hi, I'm Claire, Claire Whiteheart.'

Vic forced a smile, being a little bit too aware of Theo's arm around the girl's waist. 'Victoria, Victoria Herondale.'