Hey guys this is my first fanfiction. Hope you like it!
Simon: Um you forgeting something Kat?
Me: Uh, no?
Simon: *sighs* Tell them Clary
Clary: Kat504 owns nothing!
Me: *pouts* But I wish I did.
Simon and Clary: Hahahahaha!
"I'm sexy and I know it!" my ringtone blared and woke me from my sleep. Groggily I picked it up and checked the Caller ID. Simon Lewis, my best friend since we were kids, so I hit accept and put my phone to my ear.
"Yes Si?" I asked slight annoyance peaking through my voice.
"Just called to see if you're up Clare-Bear." he chuckled.
I looked at the clock, 7:10 it read. "Damn it Simon! It's seven in the morning, and you know that I don't take to kindly to being woke up before ten!" I screeched into the receiver.
"I know," he replied and before I could answer. "It's Monday, school starts in an hour."
"What!" I gasped and jumped out of bed, flinging open my dresser. "Shit!" Simon's laughter blew up the phone.
"Yep," he popped the "p" at the end and stated. "I thought I'd call you and remind you that I am driving you today, but it seems as though you forgot to even wake up and start the day."
"Yeah, yeah." I said sarcastically. I'm getting ready."
"Good," you could hear the smile in his voice still, "bye." and he hung up. I shook my head exasperated and stripped out of my pjs. They consisted of pink boy shorts and a baby blue tee. Scrounging through my clothes I picked out a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a white splatter painted shirt that said "Artist" in big letters, knitted boots, and a purple scarf. Then I went into the bathroom to do my hair. I brushed my teeth first and piled my hair into a messy bun on top of my head. Satisfied with my work I rushed downstairs for breakfast.
"Mom?" I called when I reached the kitchen even though I knew she was probably out. It didn't hurt to try though right? Shaking my head I walked over to the note plastered on the refrigerator.
Clary,
Sweetie, another art convention came up. I'll be gone all week. There are leftovers in the fridge.
Love you,
Mom XOXOXO
Rolling my eyes I crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash. She was always doing this, leaving without a warning only a note. I pushed back all sad thoughts of missing her and worked on eggs in the skillet.
So? How Bad? Remember it's my first one so it won' be great. Anyways Review!
