Dear diary

Where to start where to start, Simon got punched in the face today…by Bennie. Again. The doctor said that his nose should be better in a couple of weeks. Poor Simon, he was only standing up for me. It wasn't my fault Bennie got milk all over his face. I only poured it on him cause he said I was a red head. I hate people who say that. He had it coming.

To make things worse, when I got home Uncle Luke had got me this diary for my school play performance the other night (you know, where I was a summer fairy). And then Simon came into view with a black nose. Whoops.

Anyway mum says that being a red head is a good thing cause when I'm older people will think of me as a feisty woman – whatever that means. I really really really hope that my children don't have red hair. So they don't have to put up with silly people like Bennie teasing them.

I'm turning 9 next week – I wonder if people will start calling me feisty? I rather they didn't. I don't even know what the word really means. Mum never teaches me anything properly

I better get to bed now – mum told me if I don't get enough sleep then I could end up dreaming nightmares with my eyes open. It happened the other day, I saw this really weird thing in the bushes – it had claws and really sharp teeth with scales and pricks on it, mum said that I must be having nightmares with my eyes open. Then she took me home and rung a doctor. She said he would be giving me sleeping medicine so I don't see those things any more. I love mommy so much.

Good night diary xxx

I sat back and smiled – Clary seemed so…gullible back then. And poor Simon. I chuckled to myself. His childhood seemed pretty rough. Jocelyn was extremely protective though – still is. I sighed at the last comments. Clary was obviously seeing a demon of some sort. She must have been sent to Magnus the next day or something.

I wonder what I was doing at that age. That would've been the year I got sent to –

"AAHH" My ringtone went off. I took it out of my back pocket and sighed. It was only Clary.

"Hello feisty one how was your drive?" I smiled to myself – that was one thing her mum was right about – I would be calling Clary feisty from now on.

"Jace? I told you, enough with trying to give me a nickname. But, the drive was good thanks. How's unpacking going?"

I thought back to the boxes I had carried inside earlier tonight.

I sighed dramatically to make it seem more…realistic – "Up to the books, I didn't realise how many we actually had. Do you really think we will be reading The Hungry Caterpillar anytime soon Clary?"

Her hesitation got me wondering if we were going to. "No Jace, I was thinking of maybe…If we ever …actually, don't worry - put in the attic that we have. I'm sure we can donate it to a children's hospital or something,"

I laughed and rolled my eyes – she's not very good at lying.

"Clary we'll keep it for later on okay? I know how much you want a family." I could almost see the blush that would creep up her neck. She was silent for a couple of moments before she sighed.

"Okay Jace. I'm surprised that you just kinda accepted that. Anyway Luke says hi and be careful with those books, mum says that she wants – what? No mum! I'm not saying that – she says hi and she misses your over powering company – and I say, get back to work and I love you."

I smiled and decided to add something in

"Hey Clary, two things from this end. One – our kids are going to have red hair weather you like it or not, and yes I would love them to have red hair like their mommy, and two – make sure you get enough sleep so you don't have nightmares while your awake." I smiled at her confusion, and then shock

"Bye sweetie pie" then I hung up.

Okay – sorry bout the wait. I'm a lazy girl, but I will slowly update things when I feel the need :-P sorry again. Hope you like this short introduction chap, I'm thinking of a video scene next hahahah cause that would be fun to write about.

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