Clarissa 'Clary' Cullen was killed on December 14th 1961 after being brutally attacked and beaten to death. Until a creature found her and changed her into something that she thought only existed in books. She was later found by Carlisle and Esme Cu...
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Taking my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the
brain, seeing the beauty
through the pain
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During my final lesson of the day I walk into the English classroom and notice the same human girl from earlier with a sad expression. In reality she looked rather disappointed. My eyebrows stitched together as Carlisle's words echoed in my mind.
Just give it a try
I made my decision and walk over to her table.
"Hi," I send the girl a kind smile and resist the urge to laugh at her surprised expression. "Is this seat taken?" I point to the empty chair next to her.
"No, go ahead," she slowly shakes her head.
"Thanks." I send her a polite smile and sit in the chair after putting my bag away.
"So? Is this your first time, here?" I raise my brows when I notice her tense posture and looking around the room nervously.
"Yeah, I guess you can say that." She answers.
"Mine too," I nod, "I'm Clary Cullen by the way." I introduce and smile at her hoping to at least make her feel comfortable.
"Bella. Bella Swan." She introduces.
"Swan? As in the very same Chief swan?" I question suspiciously, remembering my dad mention the name a few times.
"Yeah, that's my dad." She nods
"Ah, small world, huh?" I raise my brows with a smile making her chuckle a little at my words.
"I guess so."
"By the way," I avert my gaze to the girl while also listening to Mr. Mason talk about William Shakespeares Macbeth.
"Is your brother okay?" I sent her a confused look and she explains.
