The Pointless Adventures Of Jace And Simon (COMPLETE)

911

DISCLAIMER:I OWN NOTHING
JACE POV
    The phone rings, i pick up the phone. "911, what is your emergency?" I ask for the millionth time today. It's a little depressing that I have to see so many crimes every day. Either that or medical conditions.
       "Hello....Can I have three large pepperoni pizzas with five gallon root beers, please," I raise my eyebrows.
      "Excuse me?" I ask.
      "Can....I have....three large pepperoni pizzas with five....one gallon root beers.....please," The woman says.
        "Ma'am, this is 911,"
        "Yes! I know," the woman says impatiently.
         "Is someone in the room? Are you not able to talk?" I ask.
          "Yes, Yes exactly..." the woman says. Then all of a sudden I hear a glass shattering.
          
Hurry up will you Clary?!

      "Are you hurt?" I ask.
      "No...Can you just deliver the pizzas at Idris Avenue 334 house 1234?" The girl asks.
          "I'm sending police there ok? Please stay on the phone with me..."
           "I can't do that...I have to go.."
           "Listen, Clary, It's protocol for me to tell you to stay on the phone with me...how old are you?" I ask.
           "So that's 22 dollars?" Clary asks.
           "Ok, can you tell me your situation?" I ask. She was young, only one year younger than me.
            "Abduction? What? No! I said apple tea," Clary says. "No Dairy or Apples in the drink please," Clary mumbles quietly.
          "Your father kidnapped you?" I ask.
         "No It's a few steps away from that." Clary says.
          "Your Step father?" I ask.
          "Yes, exactly....how much longer will this take?" Clary asks.
           "Just wait until the police get there..." I say. A crash on the other end makes me jump.

Clarissa! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD YOU BITCH!

      "Shit," Clary curses.
       "Clary...can you get to a safe place with the phone?" I ask.
        "Shut up and listen! If I die, can you please tell my mother...her name is Jocelyn Fairchild...can you tell her not to trust anyone like Luke again! He's my step father, just please tell her that, and that I love her, please just-," the line cuts off.
        "Clary?!" I ask. I press the operator violently. "CLARY!" I yell. The whole office turns to look at me. That's the whole point of being a 911 operator. You're supposed to be dead and not care about the people so much to violently shake phones. But I guess Clary woke me up.