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Disclaimer: I don't own the mortal instruments if I did I wouldn't be writing fanfiction would I?

I wake up for the sole purpose of breakfast. I don't even need an alarm clock I just need food. I'm still getting used to waking up to an empty house. I won't have it for long it's only supposed to be here for 5 months before I have to sell it and get my own place and start providing for myself. I already do though. Those 5 months will be over in two weeks.

I'll tell you what happened, if you don't want to hear I won't blame you- I don't want to either.

Five months ago my mum, my dad and my brother were at central London, we used to live there. Then my dad said suddenly that we were going to move. We asked him where. He said to New York. My mum was excited my dad was excited my brother was excited, I was too. What? It was exciting. So no one argued but I still kind of wondered why my parents, the two most overprotective parents I have ever met, would want to go to a place as dangerous as New York? Sometimes I feel as if I am related to them, I had to get my crazy from somewhere. We lived perfectly fine for a month; there were three floors: one for my mum and dad, one for Jonathan and one for me. On my floor I set up a music studio to practice and an art studio so I could paint to my heart's desire- to be honest I didn't exactly "paint" it was more like a graffiti room the entire walls were covered ceiling to floor in my spray paints not one inch hadn't been touched by my hands. I don't know what my brother used his rooms for. Probably a man-cave deluxe. There was even a skate park around the corner so we could practice. I met Simon at Costas and he slowly became my friend after everything we had in common was shared. Then everything went wrong. My mum and dad were mugged and killed to hide the evidence. My brother moved away to go to university- like my parents wanted- even though it hurt to be alone I had to let him do what our parents wanted.

As for me I started working at Starbucks I inherited a lot of money from our parents but I had to do something that would keep my mind busy. Plus I needed to move away as fast as I could because I can't deal with the baggage my past brought. I also did something else to keep my mind away but I won't tell you that- it brings too many memories back.

You might think I get nightmares from my parents death but there are too many things going on in my mind to have time for them.

I throw on a pair of dark blue denim skinny jeans and a grey knitted jumper my red combat boots and a red scarf. I can't be bothered with my hair today it's just not working.

I run downstairs so I don't be late for work and run to the bus stop- I can get breakfast at Costas.

I push the door open into Costas and see Simon taking someone's order. I throw on my apron uniform thingy and start serving people.

"Hi Simon!" I say making some coffee and serving some chocolate cake.

"Why are you so happy?" he asks squinting at me.

"Didn't I tell you? Oh sorry, I'm actually going to start looking for a roommate that I can share an apartment with, and I'm going to work on cleaning up the house today so I can look for people who want to sell it. But I really need that roommate first otherwise my life is at a pointless standstill for a 23 year old." I say in a long rush.

"Sometimes I have trouble figuring out your British accent." He says with a dead straight face.

I burst out laughing and he does too. Soon we are both red-faced and struggling to breathe.

"Excuse me?" says a random customer.

"Oh I'm so sorry. Can I take your order?" I ask as politely as I can.

"Yes. I'll have a de-caff, non-fat, lightly stirred skinny latte please with a sprinkle of chocolate dust thank you."(I don't know if that's a real order pretend like it is thanks.) See what I have to deal with. Why are people so specific?

Simon spills a cup of coffee on me. I sigh. It's happened before.

The rest of the day goes by so quickly that I don't even realise my shift is over. I say bye to Simon and Jordon- my co-workers- and head out the door trying to cover the coffee stain.

Please review it's so nice when people do that! Um so everyone should stay awesome and be cool unicorns.