Sleeping in my room, and trying to make the best of it because sooner or later my mother will wake me up and force me to go to seven crappy hours of my life.
*Thump*
It's probably nothing.
Jonathon: AHHH!
Jonathon? Er, Sebastian?
I got up from my bed to see what the commotion was, and when I went over to Jonathon's room I didn't see him in his bed, and then I heard screaming again.
Jonathon: LET ME GO!
I ran down the stairs, and saw the door broken down and then I saw my mom walking down the stairs.
Jocelyn: What happened?
Clary: I don't know, all I heard was Jonathon screaming, but I think somebody kidnapped him.
Jocelyn: (Don't tell me...)
Clary: What?
Then I noticed my mom looked pale as if she was frightened about something.
Clary: Mom, are you okay?
Then she fell down with her eyes closed.
Clary: MOM!
I went down to her level, and then I went to the phone and told the police about everything that happened. When it was time to school, I wasn't really in the mood for complaining about going anyways.
Jace: Hey Clary.
Clary: Hey Jace.
Jace: You okay? You look like you just saw a ghost, or something.
Clary: Just a rough morning, that's all.
