The Girl In The Dress

chapter 1

Hi, I'm Clary, the girl who just can't get life straight. My part in this story is...... Well, I don't know how to say it. I have a lot to be a part of, just don't have the time to be in it. I'm in a club, I babysit my neighbors 2 kids and let me tell you, they are a handful. And I also have a family like no other, my mom, grandma, Grandpa, and I also have a dad. Who I don't really know about. All I know is that he lived with us until I was 4 and moved else were and didn't tell mother. Sooooo.....I really don't know what to say. I also have school, I'm a junior and looking forward to be graduating hopefully a senior. And I'm talking in my head.... Again......

"HEY, CLARY CAN YOU HEAR ME??!!!" My friend Alexandra almost yells at my face."yea, I can now, if you stop yelling at my face and trying to get me hard at hearing!" I said as I got up out of my bed." Dang, what is wrong with you...." My friend Alexandra tries to catch her breath from yelling at me." Hey, you can't blame me I fell asleep." Alexandra looks at me questioningly and says" fell asleep....... You fell asleep!" "Umm yea, some how" Alexandra then just gave up" OK fine, some how, you better hurry up we're going to be late to school for the 4th time" she then walks out of my room into the living room. It's nice to know she has a head worth living for. So I head to my list and pick out a red tank top, lack skinny jeans, dark red ankle boots, and a waist mid sleeve black leather jacket. With of course my hair tied in a messy bun.

Two periods later, I'm in gym and can't really tell what I'm doing from running so hard. Until a guy I met a month ago jogs to my side and scares the hell out of me. " Hey, doing anything this weekend?" This guy is not one of my favorites, I try my best to stay calm. " Yea, I have a lot to do." Then he decides to Infront of me and say " like what exactly?" If he's trying to get me into his arms.... It's not going to work. "Umm.... Let's see...a two page essay, I have 2 kids to after, and my mom is wanting me in painting classes." OK so the kid post isn't true but the rest..... Yea it's true. " Maybe I can help you? Maybe come over to your place and study or something?" Ooohhhh, so not doing that! Nice try bud. " I'm usually not inviting people over to my house unless we're friends." Take this. " Well,.... Your not the one who's inviting me... It's my idea to come over." Oh, yea right..... Not happening. "OK look I can't let you come over and let you be in my house while I'm trying to get things done. So if i were you, I would stop trying to push me to my limits." That should do the trick.

Later that day, I was thinking about how good it feels to be a junior but how bad it feels to have school. Now wait til later when you're begging to be in some action. I'm heading home and there's something I hear right as I stepped onto my drive way. I run inside and find my mom thrown on the couch, with a guy walking towards her then stopped mid stride looking at me. " Clary?" Was all he said before mom got up and shoved him towards the wall by the TV.
"Now.... Will you care to explain what you're here for?" Mom said to the guy. " Umm.....Clary, I'm you're mom's ex husband... The one who left when you were 4."
No way...... No.... This can't be... But i finally got the courage to speak. "OK, look I don't know much about you, but you better leave before I end up living with my friends instead." And when I said that, i felt every surge of relief flow through me. He said " I.... My name's Jake Hollister..... I didn't mean to cause any harm to you..." Right then I felt anger run through me like never before. " If you never meant to hurt any body in this house I wouldn't have saw you throw mom on the couch. And don't say I didn't warn you about this, LEAVE NOW...." Then with as much effort as I could, stormed off into my room and slammed the door.
There is only one thing I could think of to do...... Call Alexandra and tell her every thing.

Ohh how I hate doing chores around the house and also around the community. Saturday is here and I really can't think straight when it's the weekend. I try my hardest to get mom to stop telling me everything I hate is for the later life. And that later life is in 2 years!! Ugh!! Oh yea and that club thing.....I joined last year and I'm still in it, just not as much.... And mom doesn't know that I'm not really doing the club as much. So when she had time she called Alexandra to talk in general.

After what seemed like a long time of thinking for the 2 essays I'm suppose to be writing over the weekend and be back and Tuesday. I finally went bed and thought nothing of telling my mom about the events of the day, just drifted off to sleep. The following morning I woke up kinda early and couldn't go back to sleep. So I went to grab some paper and writing. I didn't really know what weekday it was. Almost walked out the door with bag when mom came and said." honey, what are u doing up this early in the morning? It's Sunday silly." Then without warning the time of yesterday came crashing into her. The day went fast, she didn't really think of talking to anyone but her friend Alexandra on Saturday. So she put her bag down and pulled out the paper she was writing on.