Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments or any of the characters, although I did create this story so I do own that.
"Silence is a strange phenomenon that only few get the joy to experience."
Some say living is harder than breathing but they never understood the hand that was dealt to them. Every move our species makes is precise, the decision might seem rushed or hard, but in the end it wasn't wrong.
The fault in most stories my eyes have been graced upon has had one flaw, the character is always so naive that their life is changing in such a way they can't handle the hand they're dealt. That is why I was not to naive to handle when my life suddenly changed because unlike most I manage to handle the hand that was dealt to me.
"Clarissa, dear, please stop starring out that blasted window and do something useful around here, like your chores," Jocelyn said from my door frame.
"There are only 86,400 seconds in a day and it will take me approximately twenty seconds to finish this sentence so what makes you think I have enough time to do something as simple minded as chores when I could finish this book in my hands and gain a more relational memory and hopefully increase my creativity level along with my vocabulary," I sighed as I picked up the book in front of me and pretended as if I have not already finished the novel.
"Look, next year when you turn 18, feel free to waste your time reading books and starring at windows, but right now you're wasting my time. So, get your ass downstairs and start your chores before I move your ass for you," Jocelyn said in a stern tone, "And you need to watch your attitude, you know Luke doesn't like when you talk to me like that."
"I apologize dear mother, please forgive me for such an appalling crime," I said my voice dripping with sarcasm, "Is that better or would you like me to try again?"
"Get your ass downstairs," Jocelyn said pointing towards the staircase, "Now."
"Yes, ma'm," I said standing up and exiting my room attempting to calculate exactly how much time of mine this would be wasting and how I was going to make up for it later on. I continued on with my thoughts until I finished cleaning the last dirty dish.
I sighed walking over to the trash can, lifting and ting the bag, and pushing the back door of the kitchen open, tossing the bag where the other trash bags were located. I continued on with the rest of my chores until the sun began to set and the moon began to rise.
"Clarissa, dear, dinners' ready," Jocelyn called opening the screen door.
"Coming!" I yelled locking the barn door and heading towards home. "What are we having tonight?"
"Pot roast and potatoes," She responded setting the final bowl on the table, smiling, before smoothing down her apron and sitting down in front of Luke.
"Did you lock the barn?" Luke asked.
"Have I ever forgotten before?" I asked bringing the fork up to my mouth before blowing some air to cool the bite before placing it into my mouth. "Mm."
"Does it fit your standards?" Jocelyn asked me jokingly.
"Yes, I believe it does."
"What do you think Luke?"
"I think it could use some more salt," He said irritably.
"We wouldn't want the food to match your personality, now would we?" I muttered slightly under my breath.
"We wouldn't want your mouth to match the color of the food, now would we?" Luke responded letting his fork clatter in his bowl.
"Luke, Clarissa, that's enough."
"Don't tell me what's enough-"
"-If you'll excuse, I'll be in my room," I said leaving the room before giving them a chance to respond. Creak. Crack. Creeaakkk. As I reached the top of the stairs I put my hand on the rail before pushing off and entering my room. I hurried and stripped out of my clothes before reaching into my closet and grabbing a large shirt and letting it cover my body. I collapsed into bed not even bothering to get under the covers, I would probably regret it later, but I can deal with that.
Baa. Mooooo. Neiiiggghhhhh.
What the hell? I slowly cracked my eyes open, rubbing them as to try to cure them from sleep. I shivered as my feet hit the floor, rubbing my arms to rid the goosebumps, peaking out the window to reveal-a bright light?
I grabbed some pants from my drawer, pulling the up my legs and shoving the cardigan over my arms before heading towards the stairs.
Creaaakkkk. Mooooo. Creaaaakkkkk. I walked through the kitchen, squinting my eyes at the light. Damn. I unlocked the dead bolt, opening the door and immediately covering my eyes.
"What the fuck is that?!" I said walking towards the glowing object that was causing all the animals to stir. "How is no one else awake?" I stopped walking as the light began to get brighter and brighter. I covered my ears as a loud noise began to come from the the light. Then everything stopped. The light disappeared, the mooing and the noise stopped. I flinched as the light suddenly shinned over me. My skin began to get hot, my head began to pound, my mouth became dry as a waviness of dizziness just became to overwhelming. I felt myself begin to fall and that's the last thing I remember before everything disappeared around me.
Well, there's the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it, feel free to review and leave a comment or two. If the chapter seems too short, please don't hesitate to tell me and I will do my best to try and make them longer.
Also, my commas might be a little whack so please tell me if I over or under use commas.
