Fire

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

I wince at the sudden burst of sound the truck makes before turning off. Thankfully, no one gives me a second glance. I miss my bike, so silent, powerful, and beautiful.

I take out my sketch book and let myself draw while just thinking.

Edward never thought about his vampirism. Or at least, he never thought about anything that made him and his family different. He thought something about desensitising himself to his singer. Which leaves me to find out what a 'singer' is.

On my page I have drawn a small boy with wings. He is sitting on the stairs leading to the second level of the greenhouse with a sad smile on his face. He had the stereotypical Herondale blond hair and the current trend of Herondale gold eyes. His elbows were on his knees with his hands under his chin. And I knew. I knew in that moment that no matter what I did, he would never be normal. He would be like me, an abnormal shadowhunter, always feared. My resolve almost broke, I almost called Magnus to tell him to call off the whole plan, I couldn't leave my brother alone. Mom and Daddy would grieve, but still go on for the new child, but him. He would never have anyone to teach him how to fly, how to make his place in a world of cruel and close minded and scared people, but I can't.

The pull of the future exceeded the pull of my brother. The smile of the boy seems to drop, his eyes seems scared, but I ignore it and open a new page. I doodle till the bell rings, but even as I shut my book, the boy's scared look stays in my mind.

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I sit down at my desk in English and take a deep breath. Pushing my brother to the back of my mind, I skim through my notes on Pride and Prejudice. I have a chapter quiz today on this. I'm so excited for it. Yea, no, not really. That sarcasm can't get more real.

"Is-Bella. Did Jessica tell you we have a quiz today?" Mr. Mason asks me in a soft voice.

I smile and nod.

"Are you prepared? You don't have to take it today, if you're not. Congratulations to your aunt." Mr. Mason offers me a small smile.

"Oh, I can take it now. Jessica gave me some very good notes. And thank you, I'll be sure to tell her you said that." I totally forgot to ask Charlie what excuse he gave for my week of absence this morning. Oh well, guess I found out anyways. I bet he told them 'Aunt Clary' was pregnant. Charlie's not a very good liar, so he stuck to the truth, just making my mom my aunt.

Mr. Mason goes back to his desk with another smile. By the Angel, don't his cheeks hurt from all that smiling?

Oh whatever.

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I find myself not being able to concentrate all day. Everyone congratulated my 'aunt' on her pregnancy. The small town-ness of this place makes me want to throw up. I get angrier as the day passes. Oh and Mr. Varner's class most definitely did not help. I almost got up to punch him, claw his face, to do something. But then I force myself to think about how disappointed Mom will be, Daddy will be that I didn't complete my mission (but happy that I got rid of an *sshat).

When lunch rolled around, I most definitely was not pretending to be untalkative. I just can't talk to anyone without wanting to snap or do much worse.

I walk to the cafeteria with Jessica yapping away, completely ignoring the fact that I wasn't even listening to her.

There was a soft nudge on my shields. It was as if the nudge wasn't to get into my head, but to call my attention, meaning it wasn't Eddie, or any other vamp of his coven.