Extraordinary

"Carry out a random act of kindness, with no expectation of reward, safe in the knowledge that one day someone might do the same for you" - Princess Diana

To say that Clary was having a crappy day would be the understatement of the year. If only her failed midterm, lost attempt at an extension for her huge paper, the rip in her favorite tights and the fact that her best friend just stood her up for a new, hot girl summed up her day no, this was the very beginning.

She groaned as the rain pelted at the library windows. She had initially been trying to finish up her paper but now, it had turned into "finding an excuse to stay longer since she forgot her umbrella this morning". After receiving the librarian glare for the twentieth time, she slammed the book closed and went to replace it in the shelves.

"This is absolutely ridiculous," she muttered, drifting through the towering wooden shelves, "what did I do to deserve this? I mean, I gave 30 cents to the homeless guy at the corner today, where is my good karma?" Checking the spine of the book to see where to proper place was, she slowly glanced up, up, up. "Crap."

Clary made her way to the computer, frazzled and slightly in pain due to the fall of step ladder and grumbling about the discrimination of short people in this library. She logged on to do one more check on her e-mail when of course, an ad popped up. Her mouse hovered over the ad, tempted to give the computer a malware, Trojan virus. Click.

30 Ways to Carry Out Random Acts of Kindness Every Day

Clary wanted to roll her eyes, great more people preaching about how to live life. She skimmed through the paragraph, snorting occasionally at the message of passing kindness on. The world sucks, any kindness that ever happens bounces right off.

"A cynic?" Clary whirled around to see a guy, not just any guy, a gorgeous guy with golden hair and eyes who was leaning casually on the library cart. Maybe my day is getting better….

"What makes you say that?"

"The way you were snorting…it made me think that we had a loose pig in here or something." Clary couldn't fight back the blush that spread over her cheeks.

"Well it's not exactly my fault. I was just reading this unbelievably cheesy web page about practicing random acts of kindness and how it would make the world a better place." The guy glanced over at the screen and shrugged.

"I don't see why it can't." Clary gapped at him.

"What? Are you serious? Do you honestly think that opening the door for someone would make the world a better place?"

"It's always the small things that add up."

"That's bull I mean, doesn't life just screw everything up? You forget that act of kindness and you focus on the bad things that happen, not the good." The guy raised his eyebrows.

"Alright…"he trailed off, not knowing my name.

"Clary."

"Ok Clary, why don't you tell me what happened to you that have made you this… pessimistic."

"This day, I mean I failed my midterm, ripped my favorite tights-"

"Wait-h-hold on, so you're saying that you don't believe in this because you failed a test and messed up your clothes? You don't believe that doing something nice for someone means anything because of your crappy day?" Clary looked at him blankly.

"Well…" The guy started laughing.

"That's not being cynical, that's being selfish!" He exclaimed.

"Wha-no-no it isn't!"

"Clary do yourself a favor and pull your head out of your own little bubble. Take a look around and then you'll find out why people are so obsessed with kindness."

"I am not selfish-"

"Really prove it!" The guy smirked as he gestured to the screen. "Perform all 30 acts of kindness and we'll see where we go from there." Clary rolled her eyes.

"I don't need to prove anything to you!"

"Ok fine then prove to yourself that you're not completely immersed in yourself. Besides, what could it hurt? It might even change your luck around." With that he started to push the cart around the corner and then, he was gone. Clary bit her lip. She didn't have anything to prove to that guy…she didn't even know his name. Still…it would be nice to prove that I did do this and it didn't work…

With that she started scrolling down.

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Send someone a hand written note of thanks

Damn, that was going to be hard. She had no one to thank. Her mother already had her thanks every mother's day, birthday, and even on her birthday claiming that she didn't go through 14 hours of labor to not be rewarded. Well…they did say random.

Pen poised in hand, Clary prepared to write thanks to a total and complete stranger.

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Kaelie was having possibly the worst break up of her life. She had rushed to the back bookshelves for refuge from the sickening sight of her ex-boyfriend making out with her best friend at one of the desks. She slid against the shelves, letting the tears fall as she sobbed quietly. She slammed her head against the shelf in frustration. Thump.

Sniffling she curiously looked down at the book that had fallen. It was an encyclopedia, the one that no one read and judging by the dust, it hadn't been touched in a while…except for the slim, white folded paper that slid out. Kaelie picked it up and folded it open.

Dear Stranger,

No doubt you are very confused to find this in a book, a library book, a library book that no one had read in forever. Anyway I am here to pass on a message of kindness to hopefully cheer up your day. I want to say thank you. Thank you for choosing this book, this book which everyone looks over, ignores or just doesn't care about. This book in which so many authors put their hard work and effort only for it to be left to collect dust. On behalf of them and anyone who has actually used this book, I say thank you and that you have made a difference.

From, Clary Fray.

Kaelie started smiling despite herself, and then giggling and then laughing. She had never read anything so…so appreciative over reading a book. Whoever this Clary Fray was- she surely was doing a good job of brightening up her day. Kaelie gently picked up the thick book and flipped through it. Well…she thought to herself, I do have a research paper due.

Clutching the note and the book to her chest, she grinned as she walked into the study hall, slightly smirking at her EX-boyfriend and her best friend's faces.

Ok so that was the first chapter. There will be more but I want to hear your ideas and thoughts. What do you think should be an act of kindness? Have you ever performed or received any? Review, I really want to know.