Hi guys. so, this is one of the few new stories I've decided to post. I didn't come up with these plots, someone gave them to me, but I'm writing and developing them. Let me know what you think. Should i continue writing these? review are always appreciated.
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lou
Chapter 1- New Place
Jace POV
Ancient and rustic. Those are my first thoughts as I take the first few step into the rehabilitation home for troubled teens. I scoff at the thought. I'm not troubled, I just drink more than I should. My parents think that rehab is the answer. After having found me drunk off my ass multiple times, they decided on this. Ha! If they think that I need this, and that it'll "fix" me, they're the ones who are troubled. I don't need to be here. This is so dumb. What can they tell me that I don't already know? I guess i'm about to find out. I can see the door -with the words "director" written on it, come into view. "Behave Jonathan" I hear my mother whisper to me. Well, this should be fun. I think sarcastically as my mom knocks and opens the door.
Clary POV
I groan as I listen to my mother gush about how good this will be for me. She just won't stop yapping. "-Clary? Clarissa! Are you listening to me?!" My mother looks at me with her mad 'mom' look. No. "Yes" I say, looking straight into her eyes and holding it. Ever since my mom found my cuts on my upper arms and thighs. I had just finished a fresh round of cuts when my mom surprised me by entering the bathroom and walking in on me at the worst time possible. She's looked at me as if I was made of glass ever since then. I sigh, there's nothing that these 'experts' can say to me that'll have any effect on me. My mom places her hand on my shoulder and smiles softly at me. "Try and make the best out of your stay here. Make some friends maybe?" I scoff inwardly. Yeah, make friends, cause that's definitely something I'm good at.