"Simon, I have to go. My mom said she wanted me home by 6:00[pm]."
"Sure, just call me in the morning; Eric wants us to go to his poetry slamming tomorrow at 2:00 [pm]."
"Ya, don't worry about it." Said Clary. By the time she had reached her front door it was 6:09 [pm]. Simon was behind her. He insisted on walking her home every time they hung out. Ever since they were little kids. Simon put his hand on Clarys shoulder. She felt the warmth off his skin run onto hers.
"Okay, see you tomorrow." He said and let go of her shoulder. She turned around to see Simon heading down the stairs. Once he disappeared she opened the front door to see her mother and Luke sitting on the couch watching television. When her mother saw her walk into the room she quickly turned it off.
"Clary, I need to talk to you." Said Jocelyn.
"Why?" Asked Clary. Her mother never did the "I need to talk to you thing" so this was weird.
"Sit down." Clary obeyed her mother. "There is something I need to tell you, and you have to believe me, okay? You can't freak out."
"Mom, you're scaring me. What's this all about?" Thoughts were racing threw Clarys mind. She had no idea of what was going on.
"Well, I don't know any other way to say this but..." her mother took a long deep breath and exhaled. "You're a shadowhunter."
"A what?" Asked Clary. Jocelyn looked over at Luke who just shrugged.
"A shadowhunter, and you know that little symbol you always doodle?" A image popped up in Clarys mind of the tiny symbol she always drew, she didn't know why she drew it, she just did.
"Um, ya." Clary felt tiredness wash over her in waves.
"Well that's a symbol shadowhunters use."
"Wait, what's a shadowhunter?"
"It's um..." Her mother looked over at Luke again as if he could explain it.
"Go ahead Jocelyn. You're doing fine."
He said back in respond to her gaze.
"A shadowhunter has the blood of a human and a angle. They fight demons and law breaking downworlders for a living, to keep our world safe." When she finished speaking she looked worried and pale. Almost like she had seen a ghost.
"So, you're telling me, I'm part angle and I fight demons and shit!"
"Clary! Watch your language!" Said Luke. Clary mentally rolled her eyes. "Is this some kind of joke?" She asked.
"No it's not Clary, and judging by your reaction to all this I think you should just go to bed and sleep. Okay? You have had a lot to deal with tonight."
"No. I want to know more. Like..." Clarys mind had so many questions she didn't know what to ask. "Like what are downworlders?" Her mother looked at Luke.
"I think you should explain that one." Luke moved his gaze from Jocelyn to Clary.
"Well to tell you the truth, I'm a downworlder. Downworlders are werewolfs, vampires, warlocks, fairies and mermaids." Said Luke. She couldn't read the expression on his face.
"Please don't tell me you're a mermaid." He chuckled a bit then went back to the question.
"Well at least you have a sense of humor about all of this."
"Not really. What are you?"
Luke looked from Jocelyn back to Clary.
"I'm a werewolf Clary." The answer shocked her, as if someone had slapped her in the face. She just stayed seated, completely confused.
"Wait, mom if I'm a shadowhunter, does that mean you are too?"
"Yes, it runs in blood. So when you have children, they will be shadowhunters also."
"So you're a shadowhunter." She pointed her finger at her mother. "You're a werewolf." She moved it so her finger was pointed at Luke.
"And I'm also a shadowhunter." She put her hand down at her side. "And- and this is all real? I'm not dreaming this or anything?" She looked down at her arm and pinched it just in case. She could feel a tiny sharp pain run up her arm. Nope, this was real. She wasn't dreaming.
"No Clary, you're not dreaming. But really, you should go to bed. Let the information we gave you settle." Her mother stood up and moved toward Clary. Lifted her up by under her arms and gently pushed her towards her bedroom.
"In a few days. When you somewhat get used to all of this new information I have a surprise for you." Clary turned back around to face her mother.
"What kind of surprise?" She asked. Her mother turned Clary back around and pushed her towards her door. "Mom, you know I hate surprises." Clary was frustrated, but too tired to protest any further.
"Go to bed Clary, get some rest." And with that she was in her bedroom. Her mother kissed her on her forehead and stalked out of the room. Clary got ready for bed with more questions swarming in her head. By the time she was all ready for bed she was so tired she could barely stay standing up. She didn't know why either, it was only seven-O-clock. But no matter what time it was she was still tired. So she crawled into bed, and fell asleep almost instantly