Ordinary World

Uh. Yes. This is Malec. SURPRISE XD T for now at least.

Anyway, wanted to have a shot at this so… review if you like it. Hate it. If enough people like this and want me to continue, I will ^-^ x

Alec POV.

Isabelle's nonstop screaming was the most annoying sound in the universe I had decided from a young age. The seven year old sat wailing like a banshee in her car seat as mom strapped her in. She looked 'frustrated and at the end of her tether' as dad whispered to me, setting the Pokémon lunchbox down upon my lap. It was a bright red one with Charizard on the front, spewing red, orange and yellow flames. So cool. Jace would be so jealous when he saw it. He had a silly Pikachu one that matched the color of his hair. Izzy tripped Jace in P.E. the other day, and when he fell down, he made a noise that sounded like PIKA. Maybe he is secretly a Pikachu?

That would be so cool. He could zap that evil maths teacher until he was frazzled.

I want to be a Charizard and boom, flame his bum.

When Izzy had finally stopped complaining and yelling that Jace shoved her head down the toilet, something I knew was a lie, we were off to school. As we drove, I counted the snowcapped trees. One. Two. Three… there were forty two when we arrived. I think. I got bored halfway though and just counted the ones I had seen.

Izzy started screaming again when mom picked her up and took her into the school. My sister was trying to kick her way free. Silly girl… she came to school hating the place, not wanting to go in. And when Home Time came, she didn't want to leave.

Clary was there hugging her mom goodbye. Jace was there too, his mom and dad already dropped him off. He told everyone who would listen or in earshot that Clary was his girlfriend. He also added that they would get married and have babies together. All the adults found it adorable. Clary hated it though. Especially how one Tuesday Playtime he spent the whole thing wandering after the girl with a pack of Haribo gummy rings, asking every few seconds "Marry me Clary? Mr and Mrs. Herondale! Please? Our babies can have your hair if you want. You can have all my chocolate too. Even my Freddo."

Clary just ate the rings and told him No every single time. Jace never gave up though. No. He would never give up.

Simon Lewis was sat next to the door reading a book called Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone. It had a great big red train on the front cover. I'd always wanted to go on a train. They looked so cool.

Valentine Morgenstern strolled through the gate now with his son walking behind him, looking sulky as he stared at the floor, his white blonde hair hiding his midnight eyes. He was in trouble again no doubt. He always did. The other day, he said a very bad word to the teacher. He yelled that she was a bit- no. That was a bad word. Not saying it. Jonathan was Clary's elder brother. He lived with their father and Clary lived with their mother. What had made them hate each other so much? It was sad. I'm glad my mommy and daddy live together. It would be horrible to be split up from Izzy. I read her stories at night when she couldn't sleep. Sometimes, she even stayed in my bed.

I didn't like Clary's brother. He was… horrible. If you weren't his sister, he hated you. At Dinnertime, a girl called Sarah had stolen her sandwiches. Jonathan punched Sarah in the face and got them back for her. He was sent home after that.

Mommy had called him a 'problem child.' What was wrong with him? Dad had mentioned something called ODD. I asked him what it meant and all he said was "it means, Alec, that Jonathan is only bad because he is ill you could say."

When I asked if he would ever get better, he said he didn't think so.

I felt sorry for him. It wasn't his fault that he was like this.

As mom kissed my cheek goodbye, I jumped in surprise. Dad gave me a swift hug, and then they left. Izzy was gone too, over in the corner sitting down next to Simon. A moment later, she had stolen his glasses.

The bell went at that precise moment and Izzy reluctantly gave the boy his glasses back. We lined up and I showed Jace my new lunchbox with a wide grin. His face fell at the sight of it, jaw dropping. "Alec" he just whined. "I want it."

"Mine." I told him with a wide grin and he huffed, shaking his hair that looked like a lions mane. Izzy kept trying to cut it when he wasn't looking, but the teacher caught her. We all filed inside and took our seats. I sat on a table with Jace, but he was sitting next to Clary today. She was ignoring him. Izzy was with Simon who looked secretly pleased. He fancied my little sister. Everyone knew it. Well, Izzy and Clary. Simon probably fancied all girls he saw. I didn't think much to girls. I liked the boys. They were much more fun.

"Now class, I want you to welcome our new pupil."

I just blinked at that and looked up at Miss. Stevens- she was stood before the white board with a boy next to her. How had I not seen him outside? He was about the same height as me with floppy black hair. His eyes were a mixture of green and gold. That was cool. He was dressed in uniform of black shoes, grey trousers and a blue jumper over white shirt like all of us. His skin was like he'd been on holiday. Golden. He was… what had dad called those people at the restaurant when they bought us our dinner? Oriental. Asian. Something like that. He looked cool. I liked him.

"This is Magnus Bane. Say hello everyone." Miss. Stevens told us with a grin, patting the boys shoulder gently. Cool name for a cool boy.

Everyone, including myself, said Hi or Hello. He flashed everyone a shy smile. The next thing I knew, he was directed to the spare seat next to me. What did I have to say to him? Um.

But Miss. Stevens had started the register. When Jace's name was called, she read out 'Jonathan.' That led to both Jace and Jonathan Morgenstern answering at the same time. Jace scowled and demanded he be named 'Jace' on the register.

As soon as my name was called and I shot up my hand, I let my eyes wander around the classroom. We had gigantic, massive African land snails in their tanks in the corner. At the end of the week, one of us was picked to take them home for the weekend. Izzy never wanted to take them home, so when I did a few weeks ago, she screamed whenever I showed her them. They weren't scary. Spiders… spiders were scary. And beetles. Woodlice. I hate woodlice so much I want to squash them all and burn their bodies. Then drown them. Ew. Ewww. Horrible things. Ew. Bugs. Horrible. Gross. Vile. Icky.

We were making Christmas cards in pairs today. That was fun. Christmas itself was only a few weeks away. I was so excited. What if Santa bought me that bike I really, really wanted? It had flames on the bars. Also I wanted that Bayblade. It was a dragon one that looked so wicked.

As Miss. Stevens finished up, putting the glitter, glue, felt, pencils and scissors on the table, I could almost see everyone tense up- it was a race to get the best things there. I wanted the felt and glitter. As soon as she stopped talking, everyone pounced and I stuck my foot out to trip Jace up, laughing loudly as he fell onto the table with a thump.

Miss. Stevens was yelling of course. It was pandemonium as we all scuffled for the glitter and felt mainly. I shoved the glitter in my back pocket so no one found it.

After a lecture on sharing, we started making our Christmas cards. Magnus had the green and white card that he shared with me. I revealed the blue glitter with a wide smile, asking him "Glitter?"

He seemed to stare at it for a moment, and then took it with a "thank you." He was shy. I watched him secretly out of the corner of my eye as I started to cut out my Christmas tree shape, ignoring how thin it seemed. It was skinny tree. Nothing wrong with that. Maybe I did go overboard with the glue, but the gigantic baubles all over the tree looked cool.

Magnus finished before me, holding up his card that seemed to consist entirely of glitter. He had a proud look upon his face that made me want to laugh- it was like he'd never played with glitter before. Miss. Stevens came over and glanced inside the card, tutting out "Who is it for? Write that in dear." She moved off and I watched the boy grab a black felt tip and start to write something down with his tongue between his teeth in concentration. I made my own card out to my parents.

A few minuets later, there was a tap on my shoulder and I turned in my hard plastic seat to stare at the boy next to me who just held out the card. For me? With a blink, I took it and opened the glittery card, reading

To Alex, Merry Christmas, from Magnus

He spelt my name wrong.

"It's not an 'x" I told him with a laugh, setting it down upon the table with a smile upon my face. "It's a C. A-L-E-C."

"Oh. I'm sorry." The boy replied, his eyes wide. A moment later he had picked up his black felt tip once more and scribbled out the X and replaced it with a C. He handed it back to me, avoiding my eyes. He looked embarrassed about his mistake. It was funny- his cheeks were a deep dark red and he swung his legs under the table.

I loved the card though. It was so pretty. But now I had glitter all over my hands. Wrinkling my nose up, I clapped my hands to shake it off and forgot about the boy next to me. Magnus coughed as the glitter choked him. With my own eyes wide, I just stared at him- would he be mad? I didn't want to make the new boy hate me as soon as he joined. Or scare him.

But he was laughing and I saw why- there was glitter all over his face and in his hair. He found it hilarious.

"You sparkle!" I just laughed out, raising a hand and ruffling his hair to try and shake the glitter out. Magnus shook his head like a dog and it was my turn to cough as the glitter invaded my mouth.

Miss. Stevens was screeching at the sight of us and the carpet around us both. It was a palace of sparkles and I couldn't stop laughing, even when our teacher sent us both out to wait in the corridor. Magnus was hiccupping from laughter with a devilish look upon his face. After the laughing stopped, I did worry a little that I was in a lot of trouble. I'd never been sent to the Headmasters office before. It was a scary thought. Mr. Wolf was a nice enough man, but he looked scary with all the grey hair and the glasses. When we played 'What's the time Mr. Wolf?' outside in the playground, at times he would join in and be the wolf. But he could also shout. He'd made Jace very nearly cry once… and that was next to impossible.

"Friends?" I asked Magnus shyly and he blinked in surprise, taken aback. But then a wide grin spread across his face, hair sparkling under the lights.

"Friends."

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