Clary
I forced my eyes close. I refused to allow nature interrupt my beauty sleep. Its strings of bright light crawled under my eyes, my vision turned red and the darkness was fading. DAMN IT! Unable to shut them anymore my eyes shot open. I couldn’t sleep with the God blimey sun shining on my face. I sighed and let my eyes wonder out the car window… where’s Joe? I turned around to see her stretched uncomfortably across the backseat snoring like an elephant and my food from last night under the chair. Ah bugger.., I must’ve fallen asleep before eating while Joe rambled on about British boys or something. She really can bore you to death.
I got out of the car inhaling and exhaling large amounts of fresh air, stretching and cracking out all my bones that were in pain from the position I had fallen asleep in all night which was me sitting on a chair with my head leaning against the window. Satisfied that I had cracked everything, I walk back to the car and grabbed my happy meal and walked over to the bench a few feet away from the car. Cold food isn’t exactly my cup of tea but I was willing enough. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning, I was starving.
I watched the swings creak slowly along with the wind in silence while eating. Well, isn’t this depressing? I jumped from my seat and went to the car, taking out any old CD to play and turned the music on full volume.
The music blared out the car – “I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust,
I'm breathing in the chemicals’’
I was well aware of Joey waking up with a heart attack from the blasting music but I just ignored it and sang along to the music. ”Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive!’’
I started slow dancing while watching a really pissed off Joey fall out of the backseat “All systems go, the sun hasn't died. Deep in my bones, straight―HEY!’’ the hoe turned off my music.
“SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!’’ she yelled.
“And some people are trying to listen to music.’’
”AGH!”
“Well, calm down. I don’t see why you’re so angry.’’
“Maybe because I have a massive headache and the loud music isn’t helping!’’
“Well then. I never!’’ I scoffed. “If music be the food of love, then play on.”
“Don’t start throwing shake spear at me!’’
“I have a spear you can shake.’’ I said with a massive smile on my face and winked.
“Ugh, I give up.’’ She sighed, plopping down on the grass. I laughed and sat down next to her.
“I’m sorry,’’ I said softly. “ I was just trying to brighten the mood. You’re always stressed and saying blah, blah, blah.”
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I’m just very tired”
“Then go sleep.”
“Well, I can’t go back to sleep now. Thanks a lot.”
“You’re welcome.”
I checked the time – 8:43am. Ugh so early. We sit on the hood of the car staring at the sky and talk for a while and relax. We’re planning on leaving in about an hour or so.
10am
“YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!!” I yelled kicking the damn jeep. “I give up. Let’s just sulk and wait for the future to take us with it!’’ I sighed dramatically and lay my back down on the grass with my arm slung over my eyes. I couldn’t believe the car was out of gas. I’d rather wait for one of those zombie creatures to tear me to pieces before walking.
“Oh, come on, Clare! We need to find some new clothes and then get some help!” Joe said enthusiastically yet also pleadingly. I heard her sigh when I don’t reply. I listened as her footsteps faded away in the distance.
Great. She left me. After a while I begin to sing. “Oh, Mickey, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind!’’ I heard a rattling sound, like unstable wheels on the road, stop beside me but ignored it. “HEY Mickey, Hey Mickey!”
“Are you going to get in the damn trolley or do I have to force you?” I sit up on my elbows and stare at Joe standing next to a trolley filled with our items inside- our school bags.
“OH MY GOSH. TROLLEY RIDE.” I yelled happily, jumping inside it.
“You’re so damn fat Clary.’’ She said rolling her eyes as she begins to push it down the path way. Ha, Please. I could eat 20 cheeseburgers and stay skinny and she knows it.
“Tsk, tsk, Joey.”
After about an hour we came across a second hand store called “Dying Destinies.” Well, isn’t that dramatic and nice? I thought. I jumped out of the shopping cart and we swung our bags over our shoulders. I had ten dollars with me-minus the other ten dollars we used- and the fifty dollars Joe found in the car. We decided we would only use thirty dollars in case of an emergency and we needed money. After we bought what we needed we found a public bathroom and changed in separate stalls.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror while waiting for Joe to finish changing. I was wearing faded black jeans that I had to roll up to my shin because they were to long, a dark grey shirt with a red plaid flannel over it and a leather Jacket with cotton sleeves I had thrown my school clothes in the bin, and let me tell you this, it was the best feeling ever. Won’t be wearing that crap for a while.
Joe came out of her stall wearing a pair of dark jeans― that looked a bit too big for her―a black button up sleeveless shirt with a collar, she was also in the motion of slipping on a weird grey jumper with a picture of a pug on it then straightened it up, sticking her collar out from underneath the sweater in the process. Oh lord save me. there’s a pug on her jumper.
I studied her face while she finger combed her dark brown waves that tumbled over her shoulders. Her eyes were blue-black and she had a light caramel complexion. Though she was fourteen, she had a small, thin figure and resembled an eleven year old. So I must say she looked pretty damn adorable walking around in her two-sizes-too-big clothes. But seriously Joe. You just had to have a pug on your jumper?
