The following week, like Peter's week, was incredibly busy. Work, school, combat practice, homework/studying, and getting tutored by Peter. It was insane, but she did it, and still got decent sleep. Thank god Peter and Carlos didn't object to her weird hours for studying and combat. Still, Clary absolutely could not shake the sense that something was about to go terribly, terribly wrong. During mid week, she had her money transferred over to a new bank of dear Carlos's choosing. Damn, that accent was so fricking sexy! He was just sexy period, it was a major surprise to her that there were no other girls hanging around him. After all the direct deposit and transfer paperwork was done, she was happy. Least that was out of the way. And she got a new cell phone from a different carrier than the one her parents were on. She only put in a few numbers. Carlos, Peter, work, and school. She told all parties of the new number.
On top of her stupid busy week already, she'd been quietly boxing her crap up and shipping it to Carlos's place. It was tricky, her parents never had the same hours. Much as she didn't like her folks, she really didn't like their bosses since the hours were never steady, despite the stability of the job. Odd, inconsistent hours were never good for a person. At least she was such a little angel in the eyes of her bosses she always got the hours she wanted. Hell, there was even talk of another raise and a promotion. She must have been a harder worker than she thought.
She smiled at the text she finally got from Carlos on her new phone, and she replied,"Yes. I'll be over after work. I have to ship the last box of my stuff over to your place." Carlos had asked her during one of their training sessions, during which he had been teaching her parkour. Which she was pretty great at already, but he helped her refine it. He had asked her why she would work when he'd take care of her, and she had replied that she liked doing what she did and it felt good to get a paycheck that got increasingly higher. He liked that answer. She smiled as she left the school after putting all of her stuff in her backpack. She put on her favorite black leather jacket, and headed out the door after taking a healthy slug of water from the water fountain. They had just opened the school back up not long ago, having finally defrosted the pipes. She'd been practicing as well with her powers, and getting much better at it.
She was walking home, enjoying her day, and the sense of foreboding she had all week only grew stronger as she drew closer to her soon to be old home. She had recently changed her address and stuff at the DMV. Gosh, they only charged more and more for replacing the ID and driver's license, but the state had to make their money somewhere. She got an idea. Since her room was on the second floor, and there was plenty of crap in the area that separated her parents house and Peter's house, she parkoured her way up to the window ledge of her room, and peered in. Oh shit, her parents were in her room. And the bastards found her memory journal. Double oh shit.
She dropped down before they could see her, landing lightly on her feet, like a cat, and she summoned up her courage, and went in through the front door of her house. Oh, this was going to suck, and she was ready to run very very fast in the opposite direction. She went up to her room, and sure enough they were still in there. They told her they had known since birth what she was, why they acted the way she did, and that they were going to take her to the Academy to seal her memories again. The last part snapped her, and she froze them. Solid. There bodies as they stood had that shine ice gave them. But she didn't know how to cure it. Oh well, Carlos's mystics would know how to fix this. She grabbed her memory journal from her mother's hand, and her last box, and texted Carlos,"My parents know what I am. I freaked. I froze them by accident and I don't know how to reverse it. Too many questions will arise if they don't go to work because of their state. I need your mystics to fix this. I don't like them, but they're still my folks. Cure it, and rub their memories of the event... The front door will be open, but I won't be here. I can't miss work."
She then left the house. The rest of her day went by in a daze. Thank god nobody noticed anything unusual. After work, she requested her boss transfer her to the newest Whole Foods. The one closest to where her new address was. Her boss happily obliged, and she left work with her things, and ran right to Carlos's place.
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