Clary
Run, run, and run. It was loud. There was plenty of screaming and yelling but the only sound I could hear were the sound of my feet skidding stride by stride on the ground. At least that was the sound I concentrated on. What was my aim? To get to the tree. My instincts told me to get the fuck out of there but I had to get to her first. I had to get to sloppy Joe – and then I would get the fuck out of there.
When I finally reached the tree, my jolly mood went down and I was starting to freak. Where was she? She should’ve been here by now; the west oval was way closer to the tree than the east. I started to feel dread weigh on me, that maybe the impossible had happened, I can’t lose my dear Joe. I was about to give up and race away in bitter sadness till a soft thud sounded from my right. I turned and sighed in relief. Joe. Thank the angel.
“Finally!” Said Joey, “You will not believe what happ––”
“Talk later,” I cut her off and quickly hugged her. She had a small frame, we both did except I was about 5 inches taller but we were both around five feet and her head fit perfectly on my shoulder. ''Let’s get our asses outta here.’’
We ran- well she ran, I skipped easily catching up to her tiny steps- towards the car park in front of the school. We picked out a big black jeep- because ya’ know, I like ‘em big––to drive. We’re not weird children we’re just very unique. I took my sonic screwdriver out shining its green light on the doors lock whilst Joe sighed at me rolling her eyes and took out a proper screwdriver to pick the lock on the car. When opened, I hotwired the car and don’t even ask me how I know this shit. I was born this daunting. But honestly it wasn’t exactly easy to do, it took me more than 10 minutes to get it working but we were in no rush. Whatever that creature was, is far on the opposite direction so we had time. For one thing we had never tried this before, we only read about it. The screaming in the background wasn’t helping our cause either not to mention that the slowness of it all made us even more frustrated which made us fidget even more. I was surprised we even did it in 10 minutes for beginners.
When the car’s engine finally sparked to life I got into the driver’s seat and Joe hopped into the passengers. I am well aware that I’m an underage driver and that I’ve only ever kind of driven a car once. And don’t ever judge a person just because they aren’t social and read books twenty four-seven, because bitches like us are capable of being rebellious. But, I have driven quad-bikes and motorbikes most of the time, and really what’s the difference, right? It was pretty bumpy at first but I did get the hang of it so I wasn’t worried much. All this danger really got the adrenalin in my blood pumping. And I loved it. Especially that it’s with Joe, I could tell she felt the same. We love having adventures though they weren’t as crazy or ridiculous as this. But if she weren’t here, then I wouldn’t have been able to do it without her. This is like my mojo, I do a lot of crazy stuff but not without her. She’s my mo-joe. See what I did there? That my dear is fucking talent.
I don’t think you want me to explain the car ride since it was just me driving in silence with no conversation either since the damn girl Joe had the nerve to fall asleep. I love that hoe. Anyway, I suppose I should explain what happened before I started sprinting for the tree and why.
Earlier that noon.
I was sitting in history reading a book inside a book because you know, bitch please. Reading history is fun but reading non-educational books were fun-er, so instead of reading history I was reading 50 shades of grey. Jay-kay-es, I was reading the mortal instruments you dirty beast. Being so engrossed into my book I hadn’t realized that the fire alarm had sounded through the school. All the students had gathered at the door, I grabbed my books and bag pack – taking all the homework out- and joined them to the oval.
Now regularly these fire drills were just for practice or something so I didn’t take into any significant thinking or making any demented theory’s which I had a serious habit of doing. So, I sat down and read, I couldn’t really concentrate on the book with all the noise around so my eyes scanned the crowd for anything amusing to happen. After some time an abnormal limping figure came into view, possibly male and had blood on his shirt. Nice. After a while my instincts told me that I should probably get help. Just as I was standing I noticed a teacher had already gone to help the bloke so I sat down again and observed the situation proceed. I observed the teacher who was touching the man’s shoulder possibly asking if he was alright, then out of nowhere he started clawing her with his teeth taking mouthfuls of her flesh. Holy flappy Mcflap Baggies. What the hell was that? I followed my first instincts- 1. Get your damn ass up and run like shit. 2. Go to the tree and find my hoe, Joe. Aka Joey. I was in a jolly mood so I skipped there with my bag pack strapped over my shoulders.
