Merry Christmas, guys! I know I'm like, a day late, but I don't care. Christmas lasts for 12 days, right? And where I'm from, it's snowing! Eeeeeeeeeks! And the snow is sticking! I'd sent a picture, but you know I can't exactly do that. Boxing daaaaaaay! Yeaaaaahhh! I'm so excited, you don't even understand!

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Songs: Tell me why, Route 94

There's a taxi for us outside the school. The car ride is silent. I feel awkward. But that's normal for me, right?

At home, Jon and I sit in the dining room.

"Hi," I say.

"Hi."

"What did you do at lunch?" I say in an attempt to make conversation.

"I had the weirdest conversation with this girl, and it turns out we live next door to your new friend." He replies.

Ok, totally not a coincidence.

"Really? I had a weird conversation with Aayla as well. Like, awkward and weird at the same time," I tell him. I think that was a mistake in saying that, because it means that he will probably ask what happened in my oh-so-weird conversation. Let's hope he doesn't. So, before he can say anything, I ask:

"Ok, who did you talk to and what happened in this conversation of yours?"

"I talked to this girl, she's called Lena? Lenya? Eleyna. Her name was Eleyna. Anyway, she was like, hey you! And I was walking down the English corridor with Will, you know, the black haired boy with Magnus," he paused for breath. "Will knew her, and said that she was Aayla's sister or something, and then she claimed that we lived next door, so I'm assuming that house next door, with the pink bedroom is her house," Jon tells me. That, I think, is a hell of a lot to take in.

"So what was your conversation like?" he says. Ah, crap. Why, Jon. Why? Why would you ask me such a question?

"Well?" I just stare at him for a bit.

"Umm, it was weird?" I say. Oh, real clever fray (!)

"No shit, Sherlock," He says sarcastically. "We've already established that. What did you talk about to make the conversation so weird and who did you have this glorious conversation with?" I'm contemplating lying to him, but I'm a really bad liar, so I don't think I could pass it off as the truth. Why is my life so hard? Tell me why… (Why I cry, hurts inside, I can't lie...)

"It was with Aayla, and we were talking about…"

"You were talking about…"

"She was talking about our looks," I say finally. He raises an eyebrow. Oh my god, don't even do that. I can't freaking do that.

"She was saying how rare the combinations were of our eyes and hair, and she was telling me that I was really pretty and how she'd always wanted to have red hair, blah, blah, blah…" I trail off.

"That was most definitely not as weird as you made it out to be." He says.

"No… But it was awkward as shit," I say.

"Sure it was Clary. Sure it was." He says back. "Anyway, I'm gonna go get changed. I cannot bear to stay in this suit any longer."

"Okey dokey, Jon,"

Jon walks out of the Dining room, and up the stairs. I pull out my phone from one of the inside pockets of my blazer and then check the time on my phone. 3:30pm. I lift up my bag from the dining floor, and head in the direction of the stairs.

When I'm in my room, I throw my pyjama's on, because let's face it, I'm not going anywhere today. I decide that I want to talk to Isabelle, and I head out of my room, to grab my father's laptop from his room. Then it occurs to me that he probably took it to work, and won't be back until another hour. Well, I don't think I'm talking to Izzy any time soon. I go back to my room, and instead pick up my brush. My hairbrush, mind you because I want to brush my hair, not paint.

I start at the bottom and work all the knots out of my hair. I gather all my hair together, push it to the side, and start plaiting it, tying it up at the bottom with a bobble. Then I pull the bobble out, and re-brush my hair. You cannot judge me for being bored. Jon walks into the room, ten minutes later, without knocking on the door. Assholes these days. Honestly, I thought they invented respect for people.

"Hi! You know people invented knocking for a reason?" he just shrugs at me.

"You know you love me. Magnus has decided that he's inviting people over. I think he's bringing Will, Jace, Alec, Aayla, Her brother Luke, And Will's sister. Oh, and Alec's other cousins. God knows what their names are," he says nonchalantly. You have got to be kidding me.

"WHAT?! ARE THEY COMING HERE? ARE YOU CRAZY? I KNOW NONE OF THESE PEOPLE! Except for Magnus and Alec and Will. AND JACE IS COMING? BUT I HATE HIS GUTS!" I shout.

"Woah, Clary, calm down! And why do you hate Jace? Did he do anything?" Jon questions. Ahh, Shittacki Mushrooms.

"Nothing, I- he did nothing," I say finally. "Ok, why did you invite people over for? I'm in pyjamas! Do you see my PJ's?" I whine, gesturing to my pyjamas.

"Well of course I did. They're kind of hard to miss."

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. My PJs are bright yellow. Leave me alone, don't you dare be judging. I needed more colour in my life.

"I suggest you put some real clothes on. There are people, which means you do not want to be seen in PJs. OK?" he asks.

In the end, I shoo him out of my bedroom to put some 'real' clothes on, and tie my hair up in a messy ponytail. I get out of my bedroom, and check that downstairs is tidy, because honestly, it's just embarrassing if someone visits and your house is a mess. Like, the shame would be so bad, I would never show my face to the world ever again.

Then people knock on the door. Ok, and now I'm really panicking. Like, I don't even know half these people. I'm going to murder Jon some day. He won't live to see the day.

I ACTUALLY HAD INITIALLY WANTED TO POST THIS ON CHRISTMAS, BUT I FORGOT. OH WELL.