OK, so some of you may know me from my other account, I would firstly like to apologize for any inconvenience caused by me switching over and I do hope that it does not cause any problems now that I have changed the story a bit. I was not totally happy with it as I had written it a while ago and made some changes to the general story - but don't worry. The plot-line will be the same.
Sorry again,

-Alisha'xo

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments or any of the characters associated to the books by Cassandra Clare. I also do not own any of the songs of lyrics that are used in the Fanfiction bellow. I do, however, own the plot-line and any other characters that came from my imagination. Please do not copy, translate or write any other form of this story without my express permission.

A/N - all translations and song titles/artists will be posted at the end of each chapter for all those who are curious ;)

Prologue – CPOV

Let me introduce myself. My name is Clarissa Fray, but my family call me Clary. I am a sixteen year old stoic biker girl with an attitude to match. I was born in Cardiff, Wales. I grew up there for a while, then spent a few years in Nagoya, Japan with my twin brother Jonathon before moving back to Cardiff. Four months ago, our mother died during childbirth – leaving us all alone, with only each other to depend on. Well, that's not entirely true. We still had Luke, our step-father. But he was busy looking after our half-brother Tom and well, we felt we were an inconvenience to him. After the funeral, Jon and I made a decision, a promise of sorts. We promised that we would never abandon one another. We then decided to move, as Wales was too full of painful memories. We made a plan. I was to stay behind and help find Luke a nice house to stay in as well as make sure that they had a stable income and could live peacefully. I did all this while Jonathon got everything sorted in Idris-a small country on the borders of France and Belgium. Luke was easy to convince as long as we had a good education and that we were responsible and so, Jon got us a placement in the number one school in all of Europe where all the elites gather to learn. Once Luke was settled, I packed up my entire life in the UK and moved to Idris…

o.O.o

Chapter 1 - CPOV

I looked up in awe at the building as it towered over me. My hands itched to draw its beauty as I looked around from my bike. The place was amazing. I climbed off my bike and slowly took off my helmet, feeling the cool breeze as my hair fell in tendrils down my back. I glanced at the crowd that had begun to gather on the main steps, in search of my brother. I soon spotted the rare white-blonde hair that could only belong to Jon and stealthily walked up behind him. I slowly put my helmet on the ground next to me as I, almost giddy with excitement at seeing my twin after the two weeks we were separate, jumped onto his back with a quick battle cry.

I fell to the ground with an 'oomph' as Jon chucked me off his back and pinned me to the ground by my hands. He stared down at me in confusion. I looked him in the eyes and said, "You're getting slow, Jon." He quickly jumped up, pulling me with him. Before my feet could settle on the gravel, I was quickly pulled into the warm, colossal arms that could only belong to my brother. I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled closer to his chest, clinging to the familiarity.

"Osanai imōto!" We stood there for a while in a peaceful silence, unaware of the eyes of every student watching us.
"You know," I whispered. "We are acting a bit like Shiro and Sora from 'No Game, No Life' right now…" Jon let out a throaty laugh before lifting me in the air. I reflexively wrapped my legs around his waist as he span us.
"I missed you so much!" He laughed as he put me down. "I thought I was picking you up from the airport tomorrow morning?"
I smirked up at him "I thought I'd get an earlier flight. I know how hard it is for you to function without me." He shook his head as he bent down to pick up my helmet. "So…" He said after a few seconds, "have you seen the campus yet?"
"Not yet."

I took a moment to appreciate the surrounding. Now that I could look at the school properly, I realised that it was huge! It was a seven story high building with white-washed walls – they looked to have been graffiti-ed on, but was done with such precision. I could see a slight glisten of glass catching sunlight coming from the roof. A greenhouse! I thought excitedly.

There were sprawling grounds behind the main building, with grass that was an amazing shade of green. I could see smaller buildings scattered across the golf like terrain. There was also a large gym next to the school building that was connected to a metal shack. Curious, I began walking towards it.

"Of course." Jon mumbled, as if my actions were predictable. "I see you have spotted the combat arena." I stopped my advance to listen to what he was saying. "It's apparently the number one facility in the entire continent. They have everything there. From a dagger throwing range to a boxing ring. Oh, and there is an archery range behind it." He recited as he pulled me away. "We'll come back later. Now, it's time to get my osanai imōto registered."

After going back to my bike for my bag pack, -the rest of my stuff was to be delivered later that day- we made our way to the front entrance, sometimes having to shove past obstacles in our way. On the way Jonathon decided to stop and talk to every person humanly possible, addressing each of them by name. Damn, how he learnt all of their names in two weeks is beyond me!

We were finally able to get through the crowd, allowing Jon to lead me into the large entrance hall. The inside of the building was the complete opposite of the exterior but was still just as breathtakingly beautiful. The room was decorated like a Gothic mansion; with dark marble floors, black walls and high ceilings. The walls were covered with famous paintings (one was of an angel, it was standing in front of a lake. The angel had his arms extended, and in one hand there was a golden chalice. In the other was a long and very sharp-looking sword).

Set into the ceiling, every two meters or so, were grand chandeliers and even though the room was decorated in dark, depressing colours, the floor to ceiling windows brightened the place up.

There was a grand staircase at the end of the entrance hall that branched off in three different directions and in front of that was a large desk.

"Clary, stop gawking. We need to get your schedule and dorm assignment." Jon said as he dragged me forwards. Not giving me a chance to refuse.

Good morning Miss Lovelace, having a good day?" Asked Jon. Ever the charmer my brother (!)

The woman behind the desk set up straighter in her seat as she looked up at the boy addressing her. "Oh hello Jonathon!" She said as she discretely tried to rearrange her outfit. I stood off to the side, leaning against the wall as I watched the ordeal from the side-lines. After flirting with the twenty something women, Jon called me over.

"And who might you be?" She asked, her eyes shining with hatred as she took me in. I smirked and wrapped my arm around Jonathon. This happened often. You wouldn't have guessed me and Jonathon twins. We were polar opposites. He had white-blonde hair that was naturally straight and dark, almost black, eyes (like our father) whereas I had fiery red, curly hair with emerald-green eyes (like our mother). But then again, fraternal twins don't have to look alike.

"My names Clarissa Morgenstern." I said, not giving any indication of being Jon's sister. "Well it's nice to meet you Clarissa. Here's your schedule. I have your books and a map of school, just encase. Your room number is 115B. Here's your key. Classes start at eight o'clock sharp every morning, and end at three. You get the normal weekends and holidays off. I've got you signed on to the school website, so you'll receive the daily announcements in your inbox." Each word she spoke was full of venom as she handed me my stuff. I couldn't hold it in anymore, I burst out laughing. The women looked at me as though I was insane. "Just so you know, love. Jon is my brother." Miss Lovelace's face turned a deep shade of red as she avoided eye contact with me. She cleared her throat, "I just need you to fill in these short forms…"

I finished up the forms and handed it back to Miss Lovelace with an evil smirk. Ignoring me, she turned back to my brother. "Jonathon, it was nice seeing you. Maybe one day we could have a nice catch-up over tea." She finished with a smile.

I muffled my laughter as Jon smirked and waved goodbye to the clueless women. We slowly walked off. Forgetting about Miss Lovelace, I listened as Jon showed me around the school grounds.

o.O.o

"...and this is your room, I'm in room 117B down the hall if you need me." Said Jonathon as he concluded the tour. He gave me a hug goodbye before heading to his room. I took a deep breath, then unlocked the door.

I walked in my dorm to see a large sitting room with a connected kitchen, the only thing separating the two rooms was a long counter top. In the sitting room there was two pale pink sofas and an extremely big flat screen that took up most of one wall. In the corner was a girl, doing her nails while sitting on a pile of bean bags. She looked up at me with big brown eyes. She reminded me of Snow White, with her pale skin, jet black hair and blood-red lipstick. "You must be Clarissa Fray!" She said with a musical voice.

"Hey, call me Clarissa. And you must be... Isabelle Lightwood." I said after checking the paperwork. "Call me Izzy!" She said whilst getting up off the floor and pulling me into a hug, making me drop my bag. I stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do. How can one girl be so… nice? I thought to myself as she let me go.

First things first install a lock on my bedroom door.

o.O.o

I was laying across one of the sofas playing on my Gameboy when Isabelle asked, "So, have you meet any of the cute boys yet?" I could tell she was just trying to break the ice and start a convocation but I did not want this conversation. I gave a short laugh before I gave her a pointed look.

"Isabelle, I have been here for a totally of three whole hours. No I have not meet any cute boys. Anyway, boys are just annoying beings whose only purposes' on this earth are to reproduce and piss me off."
"Damn..." She stared wide-eyed at me as I went back to my game.
"Why do you want to know anyway?" I said not glancing up from my battle. I really want this Pokemon...
"Well, I was really wondering if you had seen a kid called Simon Lewis around. I bumped into him the other day and I just… never mind." Sighing, I paused my game and put it down. I quickly got up and entered the kitchen. "Look Isabelle, if you like him you might as well try talking to him. I can't be dealing with this sort of crap. I'm not made for emotion." Isabelle gave me a strange look before asking, "Is it alright if I invite him over later…? Oh, and is it alright that I also invited a few others…"
"Sure. I wasn't supposed to be here anyway." As a second thought I added, "but don't expect me to talk to anyone..." Isabelle clapped her hands together and whispered something that sounded like 'for now' but before I could find the meaning behind that statement she said, "Thank you!" I began hearing a buzzing sound. She had screeched it in my ear.

"I've also invited the hottest boy in school." Izzy said excitedly. "I am so setting you two up!" Izzy said. The smallest part of me laughed at that, the way she said it made me believe that I had no say in the matter.
"What is the name of the so-called 'hottest boy in school'?" I asked, mimicking her fangirl voice.
"Well, he's a bit of a mystery. His names Jonathon Fray, he's from Wales. His accent is so hot!" I couldn't help it, I burst into laughter. She gave me a look, as in to say 'What the fuck girl, he's H-O-T hot!' I just smirked at her. "Isabelle. I do not think it would be legal for me and Jonathon to date…" Izzy looked puzzled. "But why not!?"
"My name is Clarissa Fray - Morgenstern." She gave me a funny look. Then realization dawned on her.

She began laughing. "Well, that would be wrong wouldn't it (!)" I stood in the kitchen as I watched my new roommate, trying to figure the strange girl out.

When she finally calmed down, I asked, "Sooo, when are they getting here?"
"Oh about 10 seconds from now..."

And with that, there was a knock on the door. I sighed, opening it to the group of people who were waiting on the other side. "Hey guys! Come on in!" Called Izzy as she came bounding up behind me. So many people! I looked carefully at everyone standing before me. There was a curvy girl with brown hair and brown eyes. She was standing next to two guys. They both had black hair but one had piercing blue eyes and the other had golden-yellow cat eye contacts. He looked to have a different nationality to the rest. Maybe he was Asian! That would be cool! They all had pizza, crisps or pop in their hands. Isabelle began to introduce me to everyone. "This is my brother Alec." She said, indicating the boy with the sparkling blue eyes.

Alec was dressed all in black, wearing a plain black t-shirt, black jeans and a pair of black Converse. He gave me a small smile before going into the kitchen to set up the snacks.

"That's Magnus." She said pointing to the boy with cat eyes. Magnus was wearing a yellow blazer, a pink glittery shirt, tight leather pants and black Toms. He also had glitter in his hair. "He is Alec's boyfriend."

"Nice to meet you, darling." Said Magnus as he smiled at me. I attempted to smile back but it probably looked like I was cringing. He took no notice of my awkwardness and sauntered into the kitchen to help Alec.

"This is one of my best friends, Maia."
"Hey!" Said the girl –Maia- she pulled me into (another awkward) hug. What is with these people and hugs! This is just suffocating! Maia looked very stylish in her jean-shorts, a tank top and a pair of white Converse.

I turned to shut the door so that I could go hibernate, when I suddenly saw gold. Gold eyes, gold skin and golden hair. He looked like an angel.

"And this, is Jace..."

o.O.o

Part 2 - JPOV

"Hey, Jace, head over there if you want. I still can't find my phone." called Jonathon from his room. Face-palming, I headed towards the door. I had been Jon's roommate for two weeks and he has already lost his phone multiple times, forcing us to have to rip up the main room to search. "Have you tried looking in your dirty jeans?" I called before I left.

I heard a distant 'gottcha' before letting the door shut behind me. Rolling my eyes, I made my way to Izzy's room. I heard she had a new roommate today…

I noticed most of the gang had already arrived by the time I had but because of my anti-social attitude, I decided to stay back and lean on a wall to wait for Jon. Everyone soon cleared from the hallway, and that's when I saw her. She was hot –if you're into small girls. She had fiery red hair and big green eyes. Izzy introduced me but she just stood there, watching me curiously until I heard someone jog up behind me. "Like what you see, Red?" I asked. She just smirked and turned away. Turned to her. "Ignore him Clary, He's a bit of an ass." She said pointing at me. Clary. Like Clary sage.
"I don't like people calling me that so if you could refrain from it, I would appreciate that." She crossed her arms over her chest and took a defensive stance. She looked ready for a fight. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to offend you, Clarissa. I just thought… Sorry." Izzy turned on her heel and quickly left the doorway.

"I happen to think Clary is a beautiful nickname." I stated. She stared wide eyed at me for a moment before she averted her gaze. I could hear someone walking up the corridor behind me, but I couldn't take my eyes off of the girl in front of me.

"Hey Jon." Clary said to my roommate, who was now standing beside me. She walked over and hugged him. I just stood there, shell-shocked. Why is she suddenly so friendly? "Hey Clare-bear. How you settling in? Scared of Izzy yet?" The girl -Clary- just shook her head, smiling slightly. "You might as well come in." She stated as she stepped away from Jon and walked into her dorm with me and Jon following slowly behind.

"So…" I said to Jonathon as we watched everyone set up the living room. "How do you know that Clary girl?" I tried to be as casual as possible.
"She will definitely maim you if you call her that." Jon said with a smirk. I glanced at the girl in question, not doubting Jon's statement. With that Jon went and sat on the sofa between Izzy and Maia. I took a moment to look for a seat. There were only two possibilities. Possibility a – sit on the floor by everyone's feet or b – next to little miss attitude on a bean bag. After careful deliberation, I decided to sit next to Clary. She's definitely better than feet. She shot me a glare as I sat down next to her.

When we all finally got settled, with our food and drinks, I shot Jon a questioning look. Why was this girl so cold to everyone but him? "You know," I turned to her. "We never had a proper introduction. My name is Jace." I extended my hand to her. She stared at it for a moment before saying, "Is that short for something?"
"Straight to the point. I like it! Yeah it's short for Jonathon Christopher. Why?" She pulled a face before shrugging. She then went back to glaring at me. After five sold minutes of glaring she growled. Everyone turned to her dumbfounded. Everyone but Jon, who just smirked.

"Give me back the key to my bedroom before I bludgeon you to death Jon!" She sudden growled out. Jon just smirked. "Clarissa Adele Morgenstern!" He said in fake shock. "The deal was you stay in this room and socialize for the next two hours." She groaned in response, falling back in her seat in temper.

After a few seconds of awkwardness, Izzy spoke up. "So now that we have done the boring introductions, let's play truth or dare!"
"I'm game." I said.
"Good!" Said Izzy excitedly. "Rules are simple: If you refuse to answer a truth you have to take a shot of vodka, and if you refuse a dare you have to take off an item of clothing. Shoes and socks come off as one item." We all agreed as she set down 10 shot glasses, all full to the brim with alcohol. "I'll go first... Alec, truth or dare?"

o.O.o

CPOV

"OK, ok, my turn!" Said Jace excitedly. "Magnus, truth or dare?"
"Well since I have done quite a few dares, I'm gonna choose truth."
"Tell me, is Alec a screamer?" That's pathetic! Why would he want to know about his friends sex habits!?
"Yes, yes he is." Said Magnus with a smirk on his face. They all looked at Alec's red face and burst into laughter, making him turn an even darker shade of red. Are these people that simple minded!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Isabelle got up quickly and rushed to answer it. "Hey Simon, glad you could come." I heard his muffled reply as I tried to blank out everyone's pointless conversations. Just as I was about to fall asleep Isabelle walked back in and said, "Simon meet everyone. Everyone, this is Simon Lewis." He then stepped into the room and it was like I stepped into the past. I quickly got to my feet. Simon hadn't changed a bit.

"Si-fi?" I all but whispered.
"Clare-bear?" He stared at me in shock. With that, I ran into his open arms. "Holy shit!" I heard Jon say from somewhere me.
"Simon," He said. "Your mother told us that you died! We went to your funeral and everything!" He exclaimed in surprise.

I had finally let go of Simon as it was Jon's turn. But because boys are well, boys, they just bro hugged instead.
"My mother kicked me out all those years ago. She said I was dead to her, so I moved to Idris to live with Rebecca instead. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. I couldn't find anything on you once I left the country and your numbers were disconnected." I just smiled at my childhood best friend and sat back down. "Come on Simon, sit down. We were just playing a game of truth or dare." Simon smiled down at me before he went and sat on the arm of the sofa next to Izzy. No one questioned the new addition or my sudden outburst and they soon got stuck back in.

"Maia, Truth or Dare?" Asked Magnus.
"Dare!"
"I dare you to let me and Izzy give you a makeover..." Hearing the word 'makeover' caused Maia to turn pale. She instantly took off her shoes and socks, making a point to chuck them at Magnus. "Ok," She said thinking. "Jonathon, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"When was your first time and how did it happen?" I immediately face palmed. I did NOT want to hear this story again.
"So I was in year 8. I had just started back at school and my mum thought it would be great to have both mine and my sister's sleepovers on the same night. She thought she was killing two birds with one stone. Later that day, she decided to go on date night with my step-father, Luke. So the house was full of both drunk cheerleaders and drunk football players. My mind is still a bit blurry on what happened, but what I do remember was that my sister was the only one who could hold her liquor so we told her she was the designated responsible person. She had come into my bedroom to make sure I wasn't 'dead'–as she put it- and found this skank called Seelie Queen on top of me - she had ripped off all my clothes. I had passed out, so this is what I had been told. I do remember waking up to this constant banging sound, which turned out to be my little sis smashing Seelie's head into my bedroom wall. Let's just say, we never had joints sleepovers ever again and my sister was forever banned from the squad."

"So you were basically raped for your first? Damn. How old was your sister at the time? She must have been quite young." I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
"She's the same age as me. But, wow, Seelie was actually three years older than us…"

It was now Jon's turn to dare Isabelle, and what he chose pissed me off. As soon as he's near any female – not including me- he's always after some girl on girl action. He had dared Isabelle and that Maia girl to make out. They did it though. Very seductively if I do say so myself.

It was finally my turn to dare someone, I decided to choose carefully... "Jonathon, t-" Before I could ask the question Jon answered with, "Dare." and gave me a look as to say 'bring it on bitch'. "Jonathon, I dare you to run up and down the corridor naked,"
"Come on little Clarissa, you're losing all yo-"
"While singing the song about pubic hair at the top of your lungs." I finished with an amused smirk.
"Shit!" Everyone ran to the door as Jon started to strip. Not really wanting to see my brother naked, I remained seated, laughing as I heard him sing:

"Well I thought a crotch is kinda laid back,
watching them peckers trying to get in her crack,
I'm getting messy when there slipping off the track.
Thank god I'm a pubic hair

So she fluffs me up when she's going on a date.
Washes the inside when she's gonna masturbate.
Scratches me to death cause her periods late.
Thank god I'm a pubic hair.

When she's not really horny, she uses Vaseline.
Takes a little shower and rubs me clean.
I appreciate it when I'm covered with cream.
Thank god I'm a pubic hair.

Well I like it when they eat but I don't like when they diddle.
I get crushed when there pounding on her middle.
Curl right up when she takes a little piddle,
thank god I'm a pubic hair!"

Holy shit! Funniest dare ever, I thought to myself.

o.O.o

JPOV

"Last one." I announced. Everyone mumbled in agreement. "Clary." I turned to her as she glared at me for using the nickname. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth." She said with a yawn. Damn, she doesn't even care.
"Is it true that you find me 'out of this world' attractive?"
"No." She stated calmly while inspecting her nails. Oh my fucking Gods! Who would not be into all this!?

"Can I go yet Jon?" Clary whined.
"It has only been an hour…"Was his reply. Cue sigh from Clarissa

"So who's up for a film?" asked Izzy, bringing me back to the real world.
"What have you got in mind?" asked Jon, who was over on the sofa next to Alec and Magnus.
"Can we just watch some anime or something? English films are shit." asked Clary. She was sitting so close... I could easily just put my arm around her... why did I want this girl so much?!
"I don't think that they into that sort of thing Clary." Answered Jon. Does Jon have some kind of special note that allows him to be treated differently! I thought, annoyed.

"Actually that sounds fun!" Said Izzy, ever ready to try new things.
"I'll get my box=sets!" Said Clary not a beat later. I watched as Jon got up and went with her into her room. They soon came out, Jon locking the door behind him.

"These are all in subtitle as Clary doesn't like the dubbed versions. So we have picked ones you guys might like, we have Sword Art Online. Which is about people being stuck in a video game. Fairy Tail, which is about a magic guild. Death Note, which is about a guy who finds a book that allows him to murder people as long as he knows their names and what they look like. Or we have Attack on Titan, which is about how the world has been overrun by titans and the only surviving humans live inside a small kingdom that is surrounded by walls that are too tall for the titans to beach until a colossal titan appears." Recited Jon as if he knew the Anime's stories better than his own.

"I vote Death Note!" I call over to them as they are standing by the TV.
"Well I want to watch Attack on Titan!" complained Izzy. There were a few mumbled agreements from the others. "Fine." I threw my hands in the air in mock surrender.

Clary had set up the DVD, but when she sat back down she accidentally pushed her bean bag towards me so that our arms touched. Normally I wouldn't notice but I was all too conscious of the heat that came from us touching. As soon as it stated, Clary began to speak.

I listened carefully to Clary's soft mumbling throughout the first episode and soon realized she was actually reciting the dialog in Japanese. Damn.

About halfway through the sixth episode Clary's mumbling dies down. I subconsciously began to lean towards her when she suddenly wiggled closer. What is she doing? I thought to myself. But when I glanced at her face I noticed that her eyes were closed, she must have been asleep.

The longer she slept, the more she snuggled into my arm. Not that I was complaining. Soon I began to follow her into a state of unconsciousness...

CPOV

I woke to find warm, strong arms wrapped around my shoulder. Assuming it was just Jon, I snuggled closer. Breathing in deeply, I noticed that the sent was off. This wasn't Jon. In a panic I tried to pull them off and sit up, but they just tightened their hold on me. I turned to get a better look at the culprit. Golden boy. I took the liberty to study his face as he slept. He looked so innocent... Ha, innocent!

"Enjoying the view?" Asked the Golden God himself whilst opening his eyes. I scoffed. "Nope. Just trying to think of as many ways i possibly can use to murder you. Let GO!" I rolled backwards when he finally let go of me.

Remembering the date, I quickly looked away from Jace and unlocked my phone... 06:09am flashed back at me. "Shit!" I whispered. Jace sat up and grabbed my wrist, looking very confused. "Let go. I have to go!" I told him while trying not to wake the others.

"Why?" He looked at me questioningly, but let me go.

"I'm late! I have to go. Tell Jonathon I'll see him later!" I waited for him to mumble his reply before I quickly charged out of the dorm, grabbing the keys to my Harley on the way.

I have two minutes to travel ten blocks, great! I thought while mentally slapping myself for getting distracted and not setting an alarm.

As I rounded the last corner I saw a familiar face, looking worried. As soon as she heard me coming she turned and ran over to me. "Clarissa! You're late! You had me soo worried." I climbed off my bike just as Sophie grabbed me into a bear hug. Sophie is my make-up artist (and has been for 4 years), she could have gotten fired if I didn't show up, so I silently thanked the Angel for me being on time, kinda...

An attendant came to put away my bike as Sophie pulled me into my trailer and began work immediately, clipping bits of hair back and curling others. After what seemed like hours she began work on my face. I decided to do what I usually did around about now and zoned out. It's not like she would let me look anyway.

Not long after, Taylor, my designer, runs in, asking if I was ready. Sophie gives a slight nod after checking all her last minute touches and rushed me through to the changing room. I was handed a piece of light weight fabric, which was also known as a dress, and a pair of flip-flops. I put them on. No questions asked. God I hate dresses!

After I am done the two girls take me over to the full length mirror, where I am finally allowed to see the finished result.

"Whoa..." Is all I could say. I looked stunning, like a normal girl. I was wearing a pale green dress that complemented my eyes. The top half (up to my waist) was in the style of a corset and was covered in tiny gems. The bottom half went to my knees at the front and the train ended just above my ankle. I wore simple green flip-flops and a gold necklace (a gift from the agency). Today's makeup style was natural, Sophie did an amazing job with the colours, using browns and blacks whilst making my features stand out and my hair was in a half up-half down style. But instead of my unruly curls they were neat and tidy, with no frizz what so ever. I smiled at the girls before being called over to set.

Photoshoots were like being in another world. One where nothing could touch me and I could finally let the girl in me out.

Song - Thank God I'm A Pubic Hair - John Valby

Translation - Osanai imōto - baby sister

Again, this is a re-write of my original, opinions wanted R&R
Much love,

-Alisha'xo