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*disclaimer: i do not own the mortal inturments, CC does!!!

A week had passed since the accident that took my world and rocked it upside down. Two weeks ago I was in Paris with my loving parents, and now..they were gone. The truck hit them hard, the car split in two, ''can't be driven again'', the mechanic had said. But i didnt care about the stupid car, or the stupid truck, the only thing I cared about were my beloved parents, the ones that always supported me no matter what, the ones I could run to whenever something was troubling me, the ones that said ''i love you'' every single night. And now all people cared about was me,.. ''oh the poor pet'' or ''I'm sorry for your loss'', they were all the same, they said all the right to my face, but really, they have no idea what I'm going through.

It social services the grand total of two days to get to me, ''only sixteen years of years?'', Mrs. Coffee, the social worker, had exclaimed, ''oh no, that simply won't do.''

''But Mrs. Coffee please, I can look after myself, I just want to be alone'', i tried to change her mind endlessy, but she was having none of it.

''no no, child, that simply won't do, we must find you foster parents immediately, now lets see..... I have a list here somewhere...'' She rumaged through her brown briefcase trying to find her list of parents who were willing to take on a child at short notice. 'please don't find it, please don't find it', i chanted over and over in my head.

''ah, here it is..'' she said proudly.

'crap', i thought, perfect, just perfect, my parents were barley settled in their graves and already they were being replaced, couldn't anyone see that i just wanted to be ALONE?

After a few phone calls it was all sorted, i would be moving into the Lightwoods. oh goody(!) they seemed like good parents, but no one could take the place of my parents. ''one son'', it stated on their application, ''jace'', it read.. 'god' i thought, 'what an odd name'. ''seventeen years old'' i read next, 'oh well this just gets better and better, doesn't it clary, another hormonal teenager in the house', now having a full on conversation with myself. I didn't want new parents,I didn't want to so much as look at their son, i didn't want anything to do with them, and I had my mind set on that.

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Mrs. Coffee was a painfully slow driver, after an hour and a half drive that should've taken forty-five minutes, we were outside the lightwoods house, a school just across the road, oh how convinent, ithought sarcastically to myself.

''come on dear, and don't keep them waiting'', Mrs. coffee said anxiously.

''You go on, I need a minute to myself...please?'', she debated for a few seconds and agreed reluctantly.

After taking in my new enviornment, i plodded slowly towards their house, making observations along the way. baby blue and white, it was, i liked them colours. the garden full of roses and other kinds of pretty flowers, the fresh smell of cut gras lingered around the house, this was the one thing i didn't want: a fuss.

Just as i was about to put my hand on the handle of the door, it swung open.

''agh!'' i screamed softly as i lost my balance and hit my head of the flower bucket.

''oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you'', the boy said. my head was throbbing.

''thats ok'', i said sharply, trying to get up but failing..badly..

''here let me help you'',he said gently and caught me by my waist as he lifted me softly up from the gorund.

''I can manage thanks'', i snapped.

''your head is bleeding'', he stated.

''what.. oh crap..'', i took my hand down and the blood came gushing out.

''ok from what i gather you like to be independant, but just this once would you please let me help you?'' he pleaded, very persuadingly. Mrs. coffee's comment played over in my mind:'make a good first impression, clary', so i relented.

''fine'', i said as sweetly as i could manage, and with his hand grasping onto my waist, he helped me inside.

''my balance isn't always this crappy'', i said.

''i'm sure..'', he replied, i could tell he was amused by my efforts to walk on my own.

''it's not!'' i argued back, but the throbbing headache got worse, and then i fell back in his arms and blacked out.

''clary? clary?'' coming from his velet voice was the last thing i heard.

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