I couldn't help it. Spread the randomness
Jace P.O.V
Me. Myself. I. That's who supported me growing up, that is who will continue to support me. Am I hard on myself? Yes. Rather unnecessary because my father was hard enough without help. Funny. The man who raised me as his son, who taught me to be the top shadowhunter in my class, who tried to stomp down my humanity, wasn't even my dad. He had no relation to me at all. More like an adoptive parent from one of those bad teen movies. He was also technically my nurse. I guess you could say. I had the most horrific cesarean section in the history of births in Alicante. Maybe, probably not unfortunately. I have seen people at their worst, I have seen them at their best. I have come to one conclusion. People are stupid. And hypocritical. Mean, and dependent. I've also learned people are intelligent, wonderful, annoying, helpful, confusing, and have a strong capacity for love. Straight from my heart, like word vomit. Who is Jace Wayland? A fictional creature created by Valentine to be a soldier. Alias Jonathan Morgenstern. Real name? Jace. Last name? None. Why? The Herondale child is hardly a suitable name. Jace Herondale? When the only real family I had ever know treated me like the most disgusting piece of trash she had ever laid eyes on, until she saw my birth mark? My love was once my sister, that didn't change my feelings. I was disgusted with myself. I once, thought of myself as Valentine's son. I was upset, and confused. I once thought of myself as half demon. I was once again disgusted with my self. I once thought of myself as lonely and loved without any real affection. Love is the thing that antagonists try to take away. Your one weakness is love. You would do anything to save the ones you love. Yet, for the ones we really and truly love we would die for, even if we live for them. Love is our weakness, but also our strength. I should have a motto. I've thought of a few but, "It's Jace, bitches!" doesn't cut it. My ramblings could go on and on and on. But for now, I will stop (because my pen is running out of ink) and leave you, the reader to ponder over my writings.
*note from owner (Clary): It's monologue Jace. Monologue. A monogram is a design composed of one or more letters, typically the initials of a name. Like on the back of the underwear Mrs. Lightwood gave you.
*note from author(Jace): Shut up! I was making a pun, a play on words. Love you!
*note from owner: you better 3 at least you didn't say mammogram
*note from author: mammo-who?
*note from owner: do you have boobies? If not ignore the question.
*note from author: lemme check…
*note from owner: …
Clary P.O.V
"Are you two seriously writing notes to each other, while sitting next to each other?" Simon narrowed his eyes in confusion. Jace looked up briefly, "Yes," He turned to me, "I don't know if I have boobies or not, so you should let me look at yours so I can get an idea as what they look and feel –" Simon's chair scraped loudly on the floor as he got up from the table. "No way in the world am I going to sit here listening to this." Our giggling followed Simon out the door and down the hallway.
