Hello! I've risen from the dead and posted something!

It felt so good to be writting again!

I haven't been writting anything-anything, really-since school started. I feel terrible. But I was just so busy with a lot of things. School work, sports, theatre, friendship problems, family problems, personal problems...pretty much every teenager problem heaped up onto one big plate then shoved in front of me with a giant spoon and a Soviet looking woman with a giant mole on her chin and a mean look in her eye shouting "Eat!"

Yup.

Story of my life.

BUT.

I was able to see a friend of mine whom I haven't seen in TWO FREAKIN' YEARS! So that made me happy! :3

Summer's comming up so I hope that I'll have more time to get back into the swing of things on here.

But I've got another chapter out here so I hope that you enjoy the read and welcome me back into the world of fanficing with open arms and only a few rusty pitchforks.

Disclaimer: I do not own or make money off of The Mortal Instruments. This was made purely for fans by a fan. It is in no way sponsored, approved, endorsed by, or affiliated by Cassandra Clare or McElderry Books, or any other affiliates.

Flames are welcome.

Character(s): Isabelle

Setting: Post City of Glass but Pre City of Fallen Angels, Isabelle's room

Song: Leave Me Alone (I'm Lonely) by P!nk

Words: 368

Leave Me Alone (I'm Lonely)

Her phone rang once. Twice. Thrice. And she still didn't answer it. She was mindlessly rearranging the pots and jars scattered across her vanity in no particular order.

The call went to voicemail. A minute or two later, a bell rang off, letting her know that she had a message waiting. As she moved her hand to her phone, she knocked over a jar of blush and it spilled all over the surface of her vanity and clung to the particles in the air. She coughed a bit and pressed the phone to her ear.

Isabelle Lightwood tossed the phone onto her bed the second the message was over. She was actually more concerned with the spilled make up than she was with the smitten and confused boy that left a message—approximately his third. In the same day. Roughly within two hours of each other.

And it was ringing again.

Isabelle growled low in her throat as she shoved the jar and scattered powder off the vanity and stood. The jar shattered but she just ignored it as she hit the 'ignore' button on her phone. "Leave me alone," she muttered.

The lycan was interesting enough—or had been. He was funny, drove his own car, and, not to mention, was several years older than she was. That factor had certainly reddened her mother's face with rage. Not that Isabelle cared of course.

But after their second "date" together, she was already ready to dump him. He was just as clingy as spandex and more controlling than lycra.

Her phone rang again and Isabelle snatched it up, ready to chuck it across her room and then take a hammer to whatever remained when she caught sight of the name on her caller I.D. She lowered her hand, watching the name flash in time with the jingle of her phone. She pressed ignore then turned smartly on her heel, grabbed the black jacket that lounged across her bed, and headed for the door all in one fluid motion.

Church was sprawled out outside her door, as if waiting for her. Isabelle crouched down, stroking the cat's head. "I'm going out, Church," she said. "Feeling a little bit lonely."

P!nk's amazing, is she not? I just love the woman!

Many thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter:

Immortal42

LoveTheNight

DrVamp

See you all...actually, I don't know when...maybe soon? I feel like writting more for this...P!nk's still screaming in my ear with her song...