With one illnes, my whole life changed

by Major'slittleshe-devil

Clary's mom is put in a hospital with a deadly illness. Will she get better? And will Luke live through this? Where would she go if her mom and stepfather were to die? With her brother and father in New York, of coarse.

1. out with a bang

Okay my peeps! I am going to give my fanfic readers a nickname, so you will be called my little devils, m'kay! XP Okay, in the next chappie, I am going to do a shout out, so look out, if I have no reviews, then y'all are just going to have to wait for the next update. This one is made with help of my little sister C.

ON WITH THE STORY

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TMI, CASSANDRA DOES!

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Clary's P.O.V.

Hi my name is Clarissa Adele Fray; let me tell you about myself. I am sixteen, I am a junior in high school, I am good at soccer, and I live with my mom, Jocelyn, and my step dad Luke. My real dad, Valentine, and my brother, Jonathan, moved to New York after my birth parents split. I miss my older brother and dad; it gets lonely living away from your only sibling. Here in California, it is great though. We can go surfing and everything, and I am great at surfing, but still, I miss them. I am brought out of my thoughts as the phone rings.

"Hello, Fray speaking?"

"Hi, this is Clarissa Fray, I assume?" The person asks.
"Yah, who are you?"
"I am a co-worker of your mother's," The male voice said," and I am so sorry to be the one to tell you this, but she passed out at work in the hall way, and is going to the hospital right now." The sad voice said. As I heard what he said, I broke into sobs.

"Oh my gosh, is she going to be okay?!" I questioned.
"We don't know yet miss."
"Oh, how rude of me, what is your name?"
"I am Charles brown, we worked on the art pieces together." He introduced.

"Okay, Charles, what hospital is she in?"
"She is in Grace's Hospital, and we already called Luke Garroway, your stepfather, for you."

"Oh thank you! I will be there in a minute, bye."
"Bye."

As I hung up, I wondered about my mom, if she was okay. Charles didn't give away any clues if she was okay when he last saw her. So I am worried. I ran upstairs, grabbed my leather jacket, put on my gray converse, and grabbed my keys to my Ducati. Locking the door, I ran to my bike, and sped down the street to the hospital. One thought went through my mind. If my mom dies, at least I wont be alone, I have Luke, even if it will kill me if she does die.

Ohhh I hope you like! My little sister gets part of the credit for this fanfic! Please review!

-Major'slittleshe-devil.