Hello my fellow peachlings. Hope you enjoy.

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"Clarissa, get your ass out of bed and come and make breakfast, it won't cook it self." My step mother shouted while banging on my bedroom door. I shot out of bed and almost fell to the floor with how fast I did. Oh great, another day in the life of me. What joy it brings me. Yeah right, not even god himself could believe anyone who says that. Returning back to earth i quickly trudged into the bathroom to beging my morning ritual. Brush teeth. Brush hair. Wash face. And stare into the mirror to prep myself for what is to come. And downstairs I go.

On my way to the kitchen i spot something that most certainly doesn't belong to anyone in the house. And I should now, i wash, dry and pack all the clothes in this house. I pick it up and examine it. It's a shirt. A boys shirt to be exact. I swear Aline brings home some guy almost every night. Aline is my step sister, the leader of the two of them. She has sleek straight black hair and venomous brown eyes. My other 'sister', Camille is the one i am sure was only born with half a brain. She has blonde hair and green eyes. She has a pretty face, but that's all she is. A pretty face.

I chuck the shirt in the laundry basket on my way to the kitchen and start on breakfast and while doing so i fix my self a cup of black coffee. While i was plating the last of the omlets onto a plate there is scream throughout the house. I jump back and the plate crashes to the floor, along with the food. Great, now I have to remake the damn omelet.

Camille comes running into the kitchen, "Aline!" She screams, "Aline!" Aline strides into the kitchen wearing her bath robe while aplying powder to her face, that in my opinion is like ten shades lighter than her skin.

"What is it Cam, can't you see i am busy." She says while still putting powder on. She could challenge a clown with how much make up she wears.

"Guess what? Guess what? Guess what?" Ask Camille.

"I won't know what you are talking bout unless you tell me, so you better hurry up. I have a long of things to do and i am not going to waste my time 'guessing' what you have to tell me. So just shut the fuck up and tell me." She demands, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Or did she wake up in bed at all. Maybe she was to busy fracking some guy she forgot to get her so called 'beauty sleep' that is why she need to heavily apply make. Wait that means she never sleeps 'cause she always has his much make up... she is no longer putting powder but a lipstick tube is being opened. Let me guess the colour...Red. Point made.

"Well as you now homecoming is like right around the corner and this year it is mandatory for everyone to attend," wait what?, "and the just put on the school website that it is now girls ask guys. I am going to ask Sebastian and we-"

"There is no way in hell that you are going t ask Sebastian, Camille. HE IS MINE NOT YOURS MINE. I will be damned before you even think of asking him! Am I clear!" Shouted Aline so loudly that she made Camille jump and come barreling into me. Making me drop yet gain another plate full of omelet. The plate went crashing to the floor scattering pieces of glass on the ground that i had just cleaned up during their conversation.

Aline turned to me with a smug smile while Camille just stood there. After a staring contest between me and her the two girls left me in the kitchen with broken glass, and destroyed omeleto have my coffe and just my luck.

It was cold...

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This was like the longest shift in my entire life. Normally i don't mind because it keeps me busy and my mind of things, but today I was tired and all i wanted to do was crawl into my bed and not come out. That is not going to happen and i just had to suck it up. I was in the emergency room dealing with very minor cases like cuts and bruises. There was even this one where this women had staples in her arm.

I was going to a new patient as i had just finished my last one. I pulled back the curtain and stared. There was a man. He was about 6'2 and was really a work of art. Everything about him was golden. The hair. The body. The eyes. He didnt seem to mind that i was staring because he was dong to the same to me. His eyes roamed over me. Taking in the scrubs. The curly hair pilled in a bun on top of my head. My plain pale skin. My freckles. His eyes stared into my green one.

I was the one to break the silence. I stretched out my hand. "My name is Clary."

He shook ya hand and replied, " I'm Jace." Wow nice name.

"Okay Jace what seems to be the problem?"

"I think i broke my hand," he said lifting up his hand, the other one not the one we shook hands with. He was only it in such a way it looked pain full.

After taking an x-ray we found out his hadn wasn't broken just sprained. We made small talk while we walked and i bandaged his hand. I don't normally talk with my patients. He can be an exception.

He was the last one for my shift. And how did it end? With me having a smile on my face as he walked me to my car and thanked me for fixing him up. My phone vibrated and i saw that i had a message from Lilith saying to come and make Dinner as she is having guest. Jace and me said our goodbyes and I raced home. One though ligers in my head.

I didn't give him my phone number.

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