I'm back!

So, I gained a favorite and 2 follows!

And my sister gave me a good idea for an accent for Michael. She doesn't read this story, so it was a bit hard to actually ask the question...

This is the final chapter, and I'm going to have something special at the end, so, I'm getting this done now.

I need OCs. Chapter 5 for details.

Ever Elizabeth Doyle - Shadowhunter1995

Michael Northstar - Greygirl2358

Caitlyn Delana - xoxo-vivi-xoxo

Joy Herondale - i love marshall lee

I believe that's it!

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Clary's POV (1st person)

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I sat there, staring at Michael. Doyle was next to him.

Michael was wearing black jeans, a black T-shirt, and black-and-dark blue sneakers.

Doyle was wearing a baggy gray shirt, weird jeans from a minority company, and dark purple sneakers.

"So... I've heard that you met my aunt over here." Michael said in his familiar accent that I couldn't place.

"Yeah. Not one of my fondest memories." I mumbled. "No offense, of course."

"None taken, Clarissa." She told me happily. What the hell's with her?

"Okay then..."

"Well she's not my biological aunt; I was adopted. My parents died trying to stop a bank robbery when I was 3." Michael explained.

"Oh... I'm sorry..."

"It's okay."

"I've been wondering... What's that accent? It seems familiar, but I just can't place it..."

"Oh. It's an English accent."

"Cool... So... What now?"

"I don't know, but can I walk you home?"

"Sure. Why not?"

We got up from our seats, and Michael held his arm out. I declined, and we started walking.

"How long will you be gone?" Doyle asked Michael.

"I should be back by 4 O' Clock." He told her as he walked away from the table, next to me.

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time jump

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There we were, in front of the angelic motel. But something seemed off.

The light was on, so I didn't know why I felt that.

We walked inside, and walked up.

We reached the door that said 3B in large brass letters, and I opened the door.

I gasped. The room was in shambles. The couches were overturned, pillows thrown everywhere, and art pieces were torn up and spread across the room.

"Mom?" I asked nervously.

"What is this?" Michael asked behind me.

I ignored him and walked into the main area.

In the middle of the room was Jocelyn. There was blood everywhere and she wasn't moving.

"MOMMY!" I yelled as I ran towards her, tears flowing out my eyes.

I knelt over her and checked her pulse. Nothing. No beat.

She had stab wounds riddling her body, blood gushing out of them.

"Mommy..."

I noticed a note on the table. I picked it up and opened it.

Inside were 6 words. 6 horrible words in Jace's handwriting.

Or do you need a reminder?

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"No matter what happened in your past, or what's happening in your present, or what will happen in your future, when you have true friends by your side, you'll stand taller then you could ever imagine."

-Zerkoz

End of Hello Honey

Continued in A Better Life?