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Clarissa Adele. Clary Fray. Clarissa Adele Fray. That's me. No matter how you say it, all I hear is, miss you-fucked-up-bad. Why did I fuck up so bad? Here, let me explain.

I lay back in my light green bikini on the banana lounge. I got a wolf whistle from across the pool, and without opening my eyes I gave them the finger. A shadow went over my sun and I sighed. I cracked my eyes open a tiny bit to see a girl with almost black eyes and long straight dark brown hair, a perfect body, an 'it girl' standing over me, a extremely annoyed expression on her face.

"Bitch, move. You're on my lounge."

She announced in a haughty voice. Rolling my eyes I mimicked her and said back,

"Bitch, move. Your face is hurting my eyes."

Her eyes widened and her hands clenched into fists. She bent over and went to punch me, but I rolled and she ended up punching the white washed wood of the banana lounge. I stood up and flipped over her, grabbing her hair and arm, locking my knees on her back, immobilising her.

"Fuck with me. I with fuck up your whole life. Slut."

I snorted in disgust and jumped off her, waltzing past the ogling guys and out of the pool area into the change room. Old sweat and chlorine smell over whelmed me, and I crinkled my nose. I quickly got changed and showered off, even though I never got a chance to go in the pool. I got dressed in ripped mini denim shorts and a loose peach flowy shirt. As I walked out of the change room I collided with a solid piece of human, and I sighed.

"What were you doing with my sister?"

I looked up and saw two guys standing in front of me, both very solid and strong looking. One was glaring fiercely at me, his torquise eyes glistening, and the other one, his eyes of gold were staring at me with bland disinterest. I sighed again, and ducked behind them and out the gate, jumping into my beaten up ford ute and driving home.

O.o.O

"Mother! I'm home!"

My keys clanged in the bench and I ran up the stairs into my bedroom, checking if mum was out the back in the garden. I saw her head emerge from the rose circle and smiled, running back downstairs and out the back door.

"Hey mum! Watcha up to?"

She glanced up again and smiled vaguely at me, her messy ponytail slipping down her head a bit before exploding, the broken hair tie flying out into the garden (A/N: the happens to me a lot... Extremely irritating) I laughed and pulled the spare one off my wrist offering it to her.

"Thanks Clary. Dear can you get dinner started? I'm... Ummm I don't know when I'll be finished." I looked round the entrance gate of the rose circle and saw what she was doing. I gasped, a perfect rose, with a sunset behind it. It was beautiful. I sighed and ran inside, getting the lasagne from the freezer and shoving it in the oven. Twenty minutes later the bell dinged and I dragged it out, not bothering to grab an oven mitt. It was just crispy and I quickly dashed out into the garden where mum was still hiding out with her painting.

"Mum! Grubs up! Come and get it before I eat it all!"

I yelled out to her. She muttered and grumbled a couple of things under her breath and shuffled inside.

O.o.O

Ten minutes later all the lasagne was gone and I was lying on the plush couch, flipping through the channels, looking for something good to watch. When I reached the kids channel, I saw horrible histories was on (awesome show, from England. Idgaf if you don't know it, but you should.) and I called mum in to watch it with me. My favourite song, the one about dick Turpin came on and I was just getting into it and singing along when the bell rang. I sighed in exasperation and stalked off to the door, wrenching it open. Not expecting to see pure golden eyes staring at me.

"Hi. I'm Jace. And I was gonna come greet you, but I think we've already met."

He reached over and grabbed the door handle, slamming it shut. I could hear his angry footsteps as her marched down the gravel path.

"Damn. I think he's on his man-period."

I turned and saw mum standing behind me, as I doubled over in laughter.

Erm... I just had to have jocelyn say that in the end... So I'm sorry, and for all you guys who have been on/are on their man period... I'm (not) sorry for making a joke at your expense. And also I'm (not) sorry for putting u's in their. I'm Aussie. I ain't changing my writing style just coz u don't like it... So peace out and banana lounges forever,

ThatgirlinPajamas