Chapter 4

I turned very slowly to face the one and only Aline. When I saw her, her mouth was being muffed by her hand trying to stop her laughs from coming out. I wouldn't even say she had a laugh it was just a high pitched squeal that escapes her body.

Very slowly I walked towards her. When I came to a stop I was only inches from touching her. I was so furious I just wanted to remove her head from her body.

"Aline, did you put paint on my bike?"

"What! No I couldn't do that...I would have got it in my hair." She replied sarcastically. "I got someone else to do it."

I controlled myself really well. I didn't let her know how mad I really was, that would only give her the satisfaction she desired. "Did you do this because of what I said at lunch?" I asked

"I did warn you didn't I, I always get what I want." She said in a sweet voice.

I turned around very slowly to retreat back to my bike when my rage over powered me. I turned around with lightning speed and slapped Aline across the face so hard it made my hand tingle. I walked away like I planned before. I got on my bike and drove to Simon's house.

Heyohiheyo

When I got to Simon's house I could see Simon and Izzy got there before I did. I parked my bike and went to meet up with Si and Izzy. When I seen them we gave each other a hi and hello.

"why were you late?" Isabelle asked

"The one and only Aline decided to give my bike a new coat of paint."

"no" said Simon and Isabelle

"Yeah, actually maybe if I washed it off before it dries completely I won't have to repaint it. Do you have a bucket and soap?" I asked the question towards Simon.

"Yep" he said popping the "P" while getting up to grab the stuff I needed.

When he came back I filled the bucket with soapy water and took it to my bike. As I was scrubbing the fresh paint off, Si and Izzy came and joined me outside to discuss our project.

Heyohiheyo

When it was time for me to go I said my good buys and left. I managed to get the Paint off my bike so it wasn't embarrassing to drive home.

When I got to the house I was welcomed by the sweet smell of pie, my mother only baked pies when something really good happened or when something really bad happened or if it is a special occasion.

I walked inside pie awaiting my arrival. When I got to the Kitchen I saw the most delicious pie sitting on the counter top. My mouth was watering so much it was drowning me. I walked towards the cabinet grabbed myself a plate and fork and once again made my way to the pie. After getting a piece I sat down, I dug my fork into the pie and grabbed a piece. My mouth was just about to close itself on the fork when Jonathan walked into the kitchen.

"Clary gently put the fork on the plate with the pie on it." Jonathan said in a voice that sounded like he was trying to calm down a wild buffalo about to charge.

"Jon it's just a piece of pie what's the harm." I said suddenly growing annoyed that he was wasting valuable time that I had before my pie grew cold.

"Clary, listen to me. Mom did NOT make the pie." Jon said

"Well then, who did?" I said putting my fork back on my plate.

"Madame Dorothea" Jon replied quietly

"ohmigod. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." I said to Jon as I jumped up from my spot then running to wear Jon stood. I shuddered at the thought of eating that. Dorothea is our neighbor and she likes to borrow a lot of out ingredients. Then after she was done baking she would bring the baked 'goods' to us. Not to be rude or anything but she sucks at baking. One time Jonathan ate one of her brownies and he came down with a fever, rash, runny nose, itchy eyes, cold sweat and had to go to the washroom a lot.

"I just need to go to bed and forget this ever happened." I said to Jon as I made my way upstairs. When I got into my room I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep.

Sorry, I didn't know how to end it because I didn't want to end it on something intense. Next chapter something bad is going to happen just saying.