Friends, not lovers.

Friends are gonna be friends.

Clary

My name's Clary. I am all about independency. I love to draw. And I hate guys. Well not exactly hate them but I do dislike them.

My father left me and my mom while she was still pregnant with me. Two of us, all alone, living in one of the apartments of the very crowded New York city. Sounds fancy, I know. But there's nothing fancy about my life. I am not saying I am not happy but due to being raised by a single parent it's sort of hard sometimes, for my mom and me. My mom, Lydia, is amazingly perfect. Instead of blaming my dad for several years she told me not to hate him because he was still my dad and nothing changed the fact. She told me about the good sides of him. Never did I ever hear her say something which would make me dislike my dad.
But despite all of these facts, not having a dad made life come hard on us.

My mom's a fashion designer, I take my art skills from her. Her business went down when I was younger. I still recall budget cuts and two course meals. Mum took anti-depressants. I took anti-home pills. I hated being home. I was ashamed of calling my friends at my place, thinking that if they ever saw our one bedroom apartment my social life would decline like our financial status. Thank god we are way better and 'richer' now, but with the passage of time I have realized that only those people who stick with you through deep waters are worth your time and love. For a person like my dad who left us for his secretary(typical, I know) and was extremely inconsiderate, I hate guys, men, boys, the gender. I thought that when the closest man in my life can do this to me then how can't anyone else. For several years I tried to fill that void but it is like a black hole; feelings, time and thoughts go deep inside but there's no outcome and he is never coming back.

I did make an exception. Simon. My best friend. Did I mention I also hate drama? Guy friends are anti-drama, honestly. Simon has been with me through my thick and thin since as long as I can remember. He is more like family and perhaps the only guy I trust and ever will. He has given me the moral support I never knew I needed. He has been my rehab centre, literally. He will listen to me and not get tired. He will see me rant about my problems but will not shut me out. And he will see my cry and will not pass on me without giving a hug.
As much as I hate to admit it, that guy's always right about stuff and I have to go with his descisions.
Currently it is my last semester at Westchester High and tradition is that our school always arranges these lame summer camps after the end of the year. I hate them. 'Us Weekly' would have less gossip than our summer camp. People go and return either screwed up, engaged or pregnant.
It is a hell hole for average teenagers like me. I never fancied going to the camp or even being near the area. Girls, other girls are always hyped up about it. Why won't they be? It is 3 weeks away from home or family and 'guys are there(!!)'. Yikes. If I ever hear 'guys are gonna be there' I'd rather puke and go to antarctica till my flesh freezes inside out.

Simon however, being the person he is just dropped a major bomb on me today while I was at school- our school, Westchester where apparently dreams come true. Trust me everything comes true except our grades. So Simon comes to me after fifth period and goes all like,"Heyy Claryy you look amazing in your...regular jeans and white polo shirt."

"What wrong did you do to the human race now Simon?" His next words were the death of me.

"I sort of signed you up for the summer camp. On the brighter side, I will be going and it is going to be so much fun oh my god okay I am gonna go,
nice talking to you."

"You bastard. You know I hate camp. You need a girlfriend and I would need a break from you if you don't stop doing ridiculously spontaneous stuff which btw I HATE MORE THAN ANYTHING!"

"Clary can't you at least try for once. Maybe it isn't that bad and people don't smoke weed. Plus I never get to go because of you."

He makes a puppy dog face and that is where I lose.
"Fine Simon, but I am only doing it for you and are you kidding me 'it isn't going to be that bad'?
I will go but if I come back as a steam punk princess I am taking you down with me."

He quickly hugged me as the bell rang for history period, ugh. I guess this year it won't be just the rumors about camp, I will have to be physically there to actually witness it. Yikes.
Even the thought makes me cringe. But maybe as Simon says, it might not be thattt bad.
Who am I kidding, it is going to be horrible and I am gonna have 5 children by the end of the week I don't know how and then I will have to live on streets and marry a drag queen. Oh my god. I need to stop with my wild imagination.

Guess I will just have to go and see for myself. Yikesss.
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