The response I got last chapter was mind-blowing. Thank you so much! So I know... I know, I'm the crappiest at updating, but I just didn't have the inspiration. :( This might happen a lot so just bear with me. I'll try to get a few prewritten chapters.I took your advice and will try to speed up a bit.Enjoy my little cupcakes! :)Clary's POV
That night was one of the few when nightmares didn't plague my slumber.
Still, I woke up before eight a.m., despite it being Saturday. Stepping out of my room and into the dimly lit hallway, it was silent.
Light poured in through the unveiled windows, basking the hallway in an orange sunrise glow.
My feet were soundless on the hardwood floors, my fingers gently skimming the wallpaper adorning the walls. The emerald swirls of my eyes were attentive, studying my surroundings and committing to memory all that they rested upon.
A few moments and the hallway broke off, exploding into the landing. I took the time, confident in the comfort that everyone else was asleep, to carefully absorb the content of the paintings hanging on the cream walls.
I skimmed along the perimeter of the landing, ending my study at the foot of the stairs.
My next stop was the kitchen. Maryse was supposedly the only one awake, bent over a pan on the stove. The sizzling inside the pan made my stomach rumble silently. I must have made some noise announcing my presence, as Maryse turned a glance over her shoulder, a smile curving her lips upwards.
"Good morning." my voice was soft as I returned her smile and she looked back to her sizzling frying pan.
"Morning Clary. How did you sleep?" her tone matched my own gentle one, a motherly tint clinging to her every word.
"Surprisingly good." I trod over to her, "Do you need any help?"
"Well, yes. if you could just lay the table, that would be great" she smiled at me once again over her shoulder, "Everything you need is in that cupboard next to the fridge."
I made my way to the right cupboard. It was made of tinted pine, handles of steel warm to the touch. It did, in fact, hold tablecloths and cutlery, which I set on the table. I began to unravel the folded tablecloth and arrange the cutlery when I realize I don't know how many people will be eating.m I really wasn't told much about the family that would be fostering me, and I didn't ask anything; maybe because I didn't care.
Before I could open my mouth to speak, Maryse did, her voice seeping amusement, "There's seven of us, including you." I nod, giving out the right amount of forks and knives.
All of a sudden, the kitchen bursts with sound and motion, as two dark-headed figures enter the room, bickering vigourously. A fair-headed one enters in behind them, his laughter echoing off the gray, stylish walls as he looks down on a smaller brown-headed boy.
This might just be the crappiest shortest thing I have ever written, but it has been ages since I last updated and I figured better this than nothing. Hopefully, I'll update again soon, but it will most likely be me making this chapter longer because I can't live knowing I posted something this short.
Sorry, my little cupcakes. I love you, hope you still love me! :)
