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Girl of Two Worlds; Chapter 1
Topic Started: Jan 24 2015, 04:41 PM (44 Views)
Valentina
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Chapter 1

The sky is blue, the grass is green, and it’s all mine to see. Then again, it’s always like this here. I’ve always wondered what rain was like. Or snow. From my window I can see the gardens full of flowers and grass stretching for miles. This is where I’ve grown up. This grass where I hid from my brother and sister when I was little and now hide in when I’m sad. It’s different now that Jon’s gone though. The grass is still as green and the sky is just as blue, but now Clary is married and has seven children and Jon is married and in charge of the army. That’s quite an impressive job considering that we have such a large army. And I, being the youngest, am still here and still not grown up. Jon has traveled the world for his job, I’ve always wanted to go with him, but he says that I have to wait until I’m older. Clary is still basically a symbol like me, only now she’s a Herondale and gets to have her whole family there. She and Jace got to travel when they got married too. It’s not like I want to leave, I love it here! It’s just that when I listen to all their stories I wish I had some places to talk about too.
My siblings have always been my best friends, being a Morgenstern it’s not like there are a lot of other people your age around. My parents are great too, but they’re busy running the world. Clary and Jon mostly took care of me when there weren’t service people around. The service people don’t really count anyways, they’re part of the few mundane families that we kept as mundanes. They work for us and stuff, but no one really knows them at all, well except for one person.
Jon, always knew where to find me. If I was ever sad he would know just where I was and how to make me laugh. He called me a demon child, but I he always laughed as he said it and I always knew he didn’t mean it. I don’t think we ever fought. He’s the nicest person ever and also the funniest. I guess it might seem odd for someone like him to be in charge of an army, but it’s not really odd at all.
Clary was different from Jon we still ran through the fields together, but she was older. My first memory of her is probably from when I was one and had me on her bed and was showing me pictures of Jace. Apparently she’s been obsessed with him since she was ten years old. I can only imagine. Our mom had always wanted her to choose from many important men, but she eventually gave in considering that the Herondales were a very important family and Clary was not changing her mind. I’m the one my mother will find “the perfect man” for now. When Clary was fifteen she and Jace got married. I was five and got to where a black dress with gold threads woven in and stand in front of thousands of people, not for the first time nor the last. Clary got married before Jon did, even though he’s two years older. It only took a year though for him and Isabelle Lightwood’s wedding. People must have thrilled, two major weddings in one year.
The only other friend I ever had was Grace and she we did not exactly have a normal friendship. For one thing she was in her sixties, and for another she was in charge of taking care of me since I was a baby. We weren’t supposed to be friends, I was a Morgenstern girl and she was a mundane, but if you spend so much time around somebody, you can’t help but befriend them, especially if they’re as kind as her. She would tell me stories about her life growing up in the mundane world before everything changed. I haven’t seen her in two years though, I’m not sure what she does anymore, but my mother says that I got too old for her. Now I have a new woman named Chechalila who is annoying and bossing and nothing like Grace.
Ever since I was little Clary, Jon, and I have been symbol’s for the world. We dress in fancy clothes and sometimes in even fancier clothes and get painted or have tapestries made. There is even a statue of us in the middle of Alicante. I was six when it was made, and I remember having to stand there with Jon and Clary while a man drew up designs for it. Every week or so, we had to stand on the balcony as a family while my parents gave speeches to people listening below and then Clary and Jon and I would do or say something. Usually Jon talked, but I remember one time Clary and I sang a song. Now it’s usually just Clary and I and her kids unless Jon happens to be home.
“Valetina!” I hear Chechalila’s voice calling, “Your mother wants you.” That’s another thing about Chechalila, she screams everything from outside the door.
I look at myself in the mirror. My hair is still braided and in a fancy pile on my head and my white dress has no wrinkles. I grab a pair of white shoes and strap them on before heading into the hall. My mother is in her office probably planning some grand speech for me to give, but when I get there what she says surprises me.
“I’ve been looking into men for you,” she tells me. What? This makes no sense.
“I’m twelve years old mother,” I tell her. This surprises her. I don’t usually argue. In fact, I’m not sure that I ever have. It’s not that I’m upset, it’s more shock.
“Clary was fifteen when she married Jace.” This is true, also my mother was only sixteen when she and Valentine were married.
“Okay, what have you found?”
She hands me a stack of papers, “Here.”
“Thank you,” I tell her before leaving.
Back in my room I look at the papers. It’s information about boys my age. I’ve never really been around anyone my age, male or female. I look at her list.
Peter Nightpen, age 15
David Cherryhallow, age 13
Benjamin Weatherheart, age 15
Robert Cartwright, age 16
Harold Whitelaw, age 14
Maxwell Lightwood, age 16
Timothy Rosepine, age 13
Michael Shadowhawk, age 15
Tyler Baythrush, age 14
Adam Wayland, age 13
All ten names on this list are at least a year older than I am. I have absolutely no idea who any of them are. Why does this upset me? I don’t care who I marry. But both my siblings picked someone by themselves. That’s why I care, I don’t want my mother telling me what to do just because I’m youngest. I want to do it myself.
I look through the rest of the papers. They have detailed information about all of the guys. The last page is different though. It has a note from my mother on top of it which I read first.
I’m inviting them and their families over for a party tonight. Have fun.
Underneath is an invitation for a party. I find that I’m actually a bit excited for this. I’ve never really been to a party so I have no idea what to expect, but I’ve always wanted to get to grow up more and now I have the chance.
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