I was so angry at her. I stormed out of my house and down the stairs and ran down the street. I had my iPhone on me in case Mum decided to ring to apologise. I don't understand her. I didn't do anything wrong. OK, so I stayed out till two o'clock in the morning with Simon and those random guys from school, but everyone does that. OK, so I might have had more than one drink, but everyone does that. Why did she have to yell at me? I didn't know where was going, just that was getting away from her. As I ran, I took note of where I was...I was shocked to see that I had walked more than I had thought. I was past the park and in the richer part of our "humble town".
I turned around to see if she might have just possible been following me but no chance. I guess she didn't care about me that...BANG! I crashed into something rock hard and fell over. My hands slammed into the floor and I heard a crack. I looked up and above me I saw...an angel. He was all blonde and shining..."Are you ok?" And, oh gosh, he sounded like an angel...I got chills just hearing his voice.
When I realised that my right wrist was in the worst pain, though, I snapped back to usual Clary attitude. "Am I ok? You just slammed into me, I fell over, broke my wrist and you're just going to stand there and ask if I am ok? Not gonna help me up?" "Oh! Sorry!" He bent down and grabbed my wrist. "OOOOOWWWWW!" "Oh, I forgot...here stand up and come to my car, I'll bring you to the hospital."
I got up and he guided me to a black Audi A5 and gathered that he had to be pretty rich. "Do you have a phone with you? Do you want to call a parent?" "Well, I just stormed out of my house because my mum made me angry..." "Your dad?" "He's dead. Don't sympathise...he died before I was born and I will just get angry." The 'angel' who had just been on the verge of saying I'm sorry stopped and instead said "I think you should probably call your mum anyway. Tell her that you are in good hands and to meet us at the hospital."
I pulled out my iPhone and was pleased to see that it had not broken in my fall. I dialled my mum and waited. She picked up on the fourth ring. "Clary, Clary? Where are you, darling?" "I'm sorry, Mum, for storming out. I'm on my way to the hospital because I knocked into this guy and broke my wrist, he's driving me to the hospital. Meet us there?" "What? What's his name?" "Uh, I dunno..." Angel-boy popped in with "it's Jace." "Jace, mum," I replied.
"I'll meet you there." My mum hung up and I turned to Jace. "So, thank you for taking me and all." "That's alright. Anything for a pretty girl...who's name is?" I realised that he was flirting with me but said "It's Clarissa but people call me Clary."
We pulled up in front of the hospital and I got out and he walked me in the door where I was taken to the front desk, by Jace, and then I told the receptionist my details and sat in a chair to wait.