Clarke couldn't believe her mother was forcing her to attend another one of her charity events.
"Mom do I really need to go, no one my age ever goes." Clarke sighed into a pillow. It seemed to always be like this her mother decided something and Clarke just had to go along with it. These events were always attended by the same people, a bunch of pompous individuals making themselves feel better by helping the less fortunate.
"Clarke for the last time, these are people you need to know and make friends with," Abby said from the closet. "If you ever want to open your own hospital you need these connections."
"Mom I've told you countless times I don't want to follow in your steps and be a doctor. I want to be an artist, travel the world, study new forms of art, this is my passion."
" But Clarke yo…."
"No let me finish being a doctor, that was you deciding my future. Trying to force down my throat a career that just isn't me. Can't you let me be happy following what I truly love, I'm a 17 year old who love art. If dad were here he would fucken understand"
"JAKE ISN'T HERE" yelled Abby startling Clarke. "I'm sorry, it's just that your father followed his passion and look where that got him." Abby stated as she hugged Clarke stroking her hair. " Now go get dressed you are attending this charity"
As Clarke walked to her room she tried to think of ways to get out of attending said charity. Nothing came to mind that would make her mother change her mind. She resigned herself to the fact that she would have to attend the event after all. That is how Clarke found herself heading towards the charity.
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Clarke was just wondering around the ballroom greeting her mother's acquaintances, looking for an opportunity to escape the stifling room. Such opportunity presented itself when her mother was roped into a conversation with a benefactor of the hospital Clarke's mother worked at. As soon as she could she sprinted out of the nearest doors, only to run into someone right outside. When Clarke picked herself up she came face to face with a young black haired girl.
"OMG I'm so sorry, are you okay? I didn't see you there"
"Yeah I'm okay only my ego took a bruising, well my butt did too" she said in a very witty voice as she stood up. "Hi my name is Octavia"
"Hi mine is Clarke"
Clarke had not seen her at the ballroom, had this girl been bored as well and decided to flee the event. She wondered whose daughter she could be. "Were you at the charity event as well? I see you had the same idea as me to escape, these events can get B-O-R-I-N-G." As she was picking herself up from the corner of her eye she could see Octavia get tense. "Are you really okay?"
Panicking Octavia grabbed Clarke's hand "Yes it's just that I'm not really suppose to be here since it's an invitation only event. Please don't tell anybody I was here, my brother could get in trouble. He could lose his job."
Just as Clarke was about to ease Octavia's worries somebody was calling her name. Walking towards them was a young man with fluffy curly black hair, a lean body and powerful stride.
"Octavia there you are I've been looking all over for you."
Up close Clarke could see that he had a dust of freckles on his cheeks and nose. He was a very beautiful man, she couldn't stop staring he just captivated her.