The Blood Red Pendant part 1 of many

Clary and her mother were leaving church a little late on a breezy sunday afternoon. They had stayed late to talk to preacher Jackson about summer jobs that he had available at the church. The building they used was quite the sight. It was more like a mansion with many parts still left unseen. The building had been built in civil war times with the intension of hiding weapons, so there were many tricks such as hidden rooms and things of the like. Clary would get to be somthing like a janitor for the summer. It wasn't the most glorious job, she knew, but she needed the money. And it wouldn't be to bad, because she wouldn't be alone. The preachers nephew, Garrett, would be working with her. He was a year older than her, eighteen, and this was his last summer before leaving for college. She had been given a picture of him today. The preacher was very proud of his nephew for being excepted to Princeton, and enjoyed showing of his grad photos. She now pulled it out of her pocket and looked more closely at it. His hair was a thick, creamy hazlenut, complemented by the most beautiful brown eyes. He was tanned and strong muscled from hours of work spent in the sun. He looked very much like a boy who had been forced to be a man long before his time. A man who shouldered many responsabilities.