"Hi, how are you on this beautiful morning Clary?" asked Isabelle. "good" said Clary, how about you Izzy? "great!" "Clary what's wrong?" "Valentine was deranged last night and you know..." Izzy's look paled and hardened. did he hit you? yeah, I have a couple new bruises that's why my hair is styled differently. of course Izzy never had to worry about how her hair was styled or how she looked. her tall, skinny, supermodel body would look good in anything. and her blue eyes and black hair could go with anything. while me on the other hand, clary thought, sure I'm cute with red frizzy hair and green eyes... clary, clary, clary by this time Izzy nudged her, which brought her back to reality. were you thinking about him again? Who, O Simon, no. (Simon my old childhood friend the one that had black hair, brown eyes, and wore huge dorky glasses.) no just thinking about valentine. clary lied. why? cause he's always got this weird look in his eye around me. well then let me ask you something- RING! Saved by the bell Fairchild.