Chapter 1
The Return of the Martinez'
Clary's Point of View
"Clary Alvarez!!! Wake up!! And get down here this instant!"
"Okay mom." I mumbled as I buried my face in my comfy pillow.
It's too early, why would mom wake me up? It's like summer! Unless it is an important announcement. Uh-oh I don't remember doing anything.
"Clary get down here right now!"
"Fine! Fine! Calm down mom you're disturbing the neighbourhood!" I shouted back.
I really hate it when my mom is shouting, it's like the world will end. That's why she's the one who always wakes me up in the morning to go to school; alarm clocks don't work on me.
As I trudge through the stairs I felt nervous, I mean mom is pretty scary when there's something serious or important she wants to say.
"Finally, come here and help me prepare the food."
"What? Are there any special occasion today?" I asked curiously.
"Oh I forgot to tell you, Theresa and Michael came home today and they will be eating dinner here."
"Theresa who?"
"Theresa Martinez? Ring any bells? For goodness sake your childhood best friend is coming home and will be eating dinner with us later! Now help me then take a bath later."
"Oh." I simply said and walked over to the table and started chopping the vegetables.
"And by the way, I have something to tell you later."
"Can't you tell me now?"
"No, you'll have to wait later. Now finish chopping those and take a bath."
"Fine." What is it again? Ugh I hate surprises and suspense.
I ran upstairs. I entered the bathroom and stripped off my clothes. What will I say to Michael later? I mean we haven't seen each other since forever! Okay maybe I was exaggerating a bit. But I admit, I kind of missed him. I hope he's still the same old Michael.
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I went downstairs as I finished taking a bath and fully clothed with my favorite skinny jeans and tee.
"Clary, what are you wearing?" Mom asked.
"Umm clothes?" I answered as a matter-of-factly.
"Now don't get started with me Missy, I left a dress in your bed. Why didn't you wear it?"
"I'm so not wearing those! You know that I hate dresses!"
"You are SO wearing it Clary, we have to look presentable later."
"But it's only a dinner! Okay fine, I'll wear it later."
"I'm helping you prepare, to make sure you will wear it."
I sighed. I really hate dresses, or any girly stuff. I hate pink, ribbons, flowers. Ugh.. But I don't have any choice do I?
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"Ouch mom! Stop that!" I complained. My mom is currently brushing my hair and straitening it.
"Don't move or your hair will burn." She replied.
"Why do I have to dress like this?"
"Because.. You need to look good later. You'll be reunited with your childhood sweetheart!" Mom squealed.
"Eww mom! Michael is just a friend! Nothing more."
"Alright then, you're good to go! You look beautiful sweetie."
"Finally! Thanks mom." I said as I looked in the mirror. Oh is this me? Gosh I look good with my hair down and the dress... Wait! What am I thinking? I hate dresses. Oh well it's only for tonight, might as well go with it.
"Clary! They're here! Get down here now!" Mom shouted downstairs.
My breath hitched. Whew! This is it! I'll finally see Michael! I'm feeling nervous.. No! relax Clary it's just Michael! After all he's just your friend.
As I walk downstairs I'm already feeling uncomfortable with my dress. Ugh it's too short for my taste.
"Ah! Finally! Clary, come here don't be shy."
I walked towards the living room and there he was, standing tall and handsome as ever.
Author's Note:
Hi! So that's chapter one and this is my first story by the way and I know this chapter is too short. Feel free to Comment and vote! I would really appreciate it!
- Pariah
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