Prologue(0,5K)
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Sia - Chandelier
Anastacia - Left Outside Alone
Ed Sheehan - I See Fire
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Jace's PoV
Life is the most annoying thing there is when you're not good at it. And clearly, I'm not good at it. In my books, there are different ways to be good at being alive. Either you are social, or popular, either you are successful, or happy, either you are a downcast, or a freak. In any of those cases, you interact with people. They know you exist wether it's good or bad. They know you are leaving a carbon footprint on this planet as much as they are. But me? I'm nobody.
I'm the guy people ask 'Who's that dude?' when they see my picture in the yearbook. I'm the guy who always sits in the back of the class and that no one notices he's missing when he's ill. I'm they guy that goes unnoticed, and that all his life long. And not just in school. At the grocery store, at the library (even though I spend most of my time there), and worst of all, even home.
I live with my Mom and big brother, though we don't share the same Dad. Alec is away to college, and to be honest, I don't even see the difference. You know how every one is always saying that the big brother picks on the little one because he feels replaced? Alec never did that to me. He never really acknowledged me, only calling me shrimp when people were around. And Mom let him do it without ever saying once a word about it.
And let's talk about my Mom. She's here. And I'm her son. But ... I don't think she likes me being her son. Most of the time, it's like Alec, I don't exist to any of them. So I stay locked in my room, and only come out for dinner where she asks me the basics and I answer with the basics.
So yeah, I suck at the game of life. Maybe one day I will get better, but I highly doubt so. Especially when I look at myself in the mirror. I have to admit, I don't put a lot of efforts in my looks, unlike Alec. But he does stay hours in the bathroom, for other reasons that are obvious to anyone who ever heard a Village People song. I usually wear his hand-me-downs, but since he has always been tall and muscular (he works out a lot), it looks like I'm wearing baggy cloths. Even though I wash my hair every day, it is still greasy, and I don't want to shave it because I have an ugly scar on my skull. The only good thing is, I am one of those lucky teens that don't have acne. Alec had a lot, to which he responded with tons of products. I don't have much. Just a zit every now and then.
Anyway, all of this to say that I'm a nobody, not even an ugly duckling, just the last blank page of a book that no one ever notices, because who actually turns to the very last page a book that they already know ended?
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Anyway, Cassandra Clare owns the names of the characters from the Mortal Instruments franchise, everything else is mine.
Love, Mina
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