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Mysterious Light

Mysterious Light

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THE NINETEEN YEAR old girl sat in her room listening to music loudly, and dancing in her room.

When Danielle is mad or stressed, she listens to music and dances until she couldn't no more. As she kept dancing, her mother Jocelyn barged in with an annoyed expression.

"Danielle!" Jocelyn yelled over the loud music but her daughter didn't hear her, "Danielle Elizabeth Fray!"

Danielle stopped dancing and turned off the music as she tried to catch her breath, "yeah?"

"Stop blaring music!" Jocelyn fussed at the brunette, "when clary gets here, tell her happy birthday, and then we need to have a serious talk."

Danielle nodded and watched as her mom closed the door before she fell on her bed and looked at the ceiling.

The girl closed her eyes, slowly drifting asleep. Her mind flashed images of the boy with the ocean eyes, and the jet black hair.

The marks on his skin were familiar to Danielle, she's drew them and the boy before.

Her eyes shot back open, and she sat up to grab the sketch book on her nightstand. Danielle's fingers glided against the leather cover before opening it to see the Runes she drew.

She turned the next page to see the sketch of the boy. The girl sighed and closed the book, and put it in the drawer.

Danielle pushed herself off the bed and walked out of her room to meet her mom in the kitchen.

She then heard a conversation her mother and stepfather were having, "we both knew this time was coming...we'll tell them together."

"Hey Luke, what's up?" Clary said as she walked in, and then Danielle decided to walk in also.

"Hey!" Luke smiled, "incredible drawings," Danielle stood by him and looked at the folder covered in runes that she's seen in her dreams. Danielle furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"Hey, Dani how are you?" Luke asked.

"I'm good," Dani nodded.

"Oh and I got you these," Luke said and pushed a present to the end of the counter top. He reached his hand in the bag and pulled out a case of multi color spray paint cans.

"Spray paint," Luke smiled.

"Oh, they're perfect," Clary returned the favor.

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