Clarissa Herondale

"True, true. We shall see."

I will because the shampoo I’m using is not going to help when my hair gets longer.

So.. How are you? Any thing new? I mean, besides you deciding to grow your hair out. 

I think flowers bring a nice change to the dreary environment of the Institute. Unfortunately, no. But the moment I find anything out I will be sure to let you know.

I’m not adorable and I turn 18 next month. I do like it and it’s also not fair that you and Calix are so talented. I can’t even play the piano. Anyway, is there anything new from Dad? I haven’t heard from him in quite a while.

You are wonderfully talented, Katerina. Ugh, I can NOT believe my baby is going to be 18. Oh where does the time go? Erm, I have not heard from either. I tried calling but he was unavailable. Let's just hope he comes home soon...

Dammit. And I though I could maybe get rid of that by leaving real world…

Sorry to be the bearer of bad news. 

"I’m fine, thank you. Uh, well, no but I do know who you are, however. It’s Clary right? Or should I call you Mrs. Clary? Or do you prefer something else…?"

"Clary's fine, dear."

Dark.

I'm on it. 

"Didn’t say thanks, mom"

"What? I think I deserve one. It was me, after all, that brought you into existence. A little thanks would be nice."

"I suppose you could try."

I’m sure it will eventually. Or we can just replace the carpet. —What have you been up to, Seraphina?

Y’know. Being the rebellious Lightwood child.