I just wanted to say to the guest who asked me the question yes I will take requests just comment them only it may take some time as I have about a weeks worth of chapters lined up for you but once finished I will upload it.
Disclaimer: I don't own TMI all rights go to Cassandra Clare.
"OW! Stupid mother f-"Clary yelled out after hitting her head on the cupboard under the sink whilst looking for a mixing bowl. She was cut off by a hand with familiar long slender fingers that had an artistic shape to them.
"Clary, what have I told you about the way you speak. First off you are a young lady we don't want that sort of speech from your mouth and secondly this story may be rated 'T' but you never know what sly children read when they are on those computer things". Jocelyn explained to the 15 year old girl who was rubbing her head with a pained expression on her face. She remained silent looking up at her.
Jocelyn started strolling out the room very slowly as Clary remained quiet.
"SHIT that hurt!" she finally blurted out. Jocelyn stopped after only getting half way through out the room and spun on her heels to face the smart-mouthed Clary. She just shook her head disapprovingly as Clary looked up to stare at her. She grinned a cute but evil smile and while looking up through her lashes to seem innocent yet Jocelyn just chuckled and left the room more quickly this time.