Hiya guys, this is my first story for Mortal Instruments and I just need some feedback on if it is good enough to keep uploading for you. I've worked on this for a while now and kind of consider it my baby, but obviously if it is awful then..well hopefully it isn't! Anyways, enough rambling I hope you like the first chapter, REVIEW and let me know your thoughts please!

*Disclaimer: Clearly I have no rights to these characters, as much as I wish I did, thats all Cassandra Clare*

Alicante High School was never your average American School you see on those addictive television shows you have no idea why you watch. Yes, Alicante High had an amazing football team that gets to State every year, and along with it comes the cheerleaders that bring back trophies from Nationals annually. But in this high school there isn't a queen bee who is head cheerleader that inevitably falls in love with the captain of the football team; actually if that happened at Alicante it would be quite disgusting since they are siblings, -unless you're into incest.

But yes, the Morgenstern twins do in fact rule the school, kind of.

Jonathan isn't your average jock, oh definitely not. He may be extremely good looking, and have a body from the Gods, but no one seems to care about that. He's the calm sibling, the one who gets straight A's and is friends with everyone. He keeps Clarissa grounded, even when she doesn't want to be.

Now, Clarissa is also the perfect student. Top of her class, apart from her ridiculously smart brother, head cheerleader, head girl and people seem to look at her as some sort of leader.

Clarissa is seen to be the most..difficult out of the siblings, and by difficult I mean she can be a total bitch when she wants. Not that she intends to be one, but sometimes her stubbornness can be misleading. Like last Spring when she yelled at one of the jocks for tripping a glittery gay boy. I mean yeah that is kind of bitchy but didn't he deserve it? Clarissa thought he deserved a whole lot more, and he would have seen her fist if it wasn't for her brother pulling her away.

Back to who 'rules' the school. I guess you could say that Clarissa and Jonathan do, but not alone. Their, or rather her, best friend Simon Lewis also reigns next to them. Unexpected as it is, yes dorky and scrawny, head of the 'band' geeks, Simon Lewis is one of the 'populars' in school! He was kind of placed there by luck, but who is going to question Clarissa when she pulls you off to sit next to her at lunch? Not Simon Lewis that's for sure. And so he ended up part of her little pack after he stood up to a boy twice his size when he had gripped a girl up against her locker. Admittedly, Clarissa was going to intervene before Simon did, and as she watched she thought that Simon's -then bloody nose- deserved to be given a chance. So after she had ripped the giant asshat off of Simon, she yelled at him for being so stupid and then dragged him off to lunch with her. And he's been there ever since.

Back then, the twins had only just started the school, and things were ran a little differently than they are now. Such as, the jocks were dumb imbeciles who thought only about how hot the cheerleaders looked in their short little skirts. Everyone pretended to like the slut of a 'queen bee' to get a decent reputation on their social ladder, literally-the queen herself typed it up. I mean, come on?! Who has that amount of time, or importantly who cares that much?! Certainly not Clarissa Morgenstern. And that's how the school changed. There was now no separation, no social ladder, no mad chess champion that was afraid to ask out a cheerleader, no jock was above sitting by a bank geek, and so Clarissa's perfect little school was brought to life. And that is how it would stay if Clarissa Morgenstern had anything to do with it. That is until a trio of siblings came marching into the school and everything came crashing down.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

"CLARISSA ADELE Morgenstern IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS GOD DAMMED DOOR RIGHT THIS IN-"

"Hey Dad, What's up?"

"What's up? WHAT'S UP?! I don't know Clary, what IS up? Maybe the fact that my DAUGHTER has just sneaked back through her window at SIX in the morning from GOD-KNOWS-WHERE! IS THAT UP?!"

This is how Clarissa Morgenstern, or better known Clary, started her oh so wonderful day. If we were to freeze time at exactly 6:02 Tuesday morning, you would see a furious beast breathing fire all over a harmless little puppy in the lovely town of Brooklyn.

Ok, so maybe Valentine Morgenstern isn't a beast, but he was furious. And he sure resembles something beastly with his pale blonde, almost white hair, sticking up in odd directions from where he has run his hands through it. His face looks as though it is about to burst by how red it is, and is it me or is there steam escaping from his ears? But his face would not be half as terrifying if he did not have his dark angry eyes piercing imaginary holes through his daughters face. His tall frame almost filled the narrow doorway to her room, making him seem even more giant that his 6'2 build. He usually towers over Clary anyway, but right now he looks as if he could squash her with his pinky finger.

Although, Clarrisa isn't a harmless little puppy as she may sometimes claim to be, she can be just as scary as her father when she gets mad. Her frame may only reach 5 foot exactly, and her eyes may not be dark and dangerous but instead a bursting emerald colour, but when she's angry, the fire inside her matches her flaming locks of long curly hair. Clary's face of freckles may come across as childlike and so she often gets labelled as 'cute' , which frustrates her incredibly, but her strength and power can persuade anyone to do just about anything -or she hypnotises people as Jonathan claims.

But even though Clary and Valentine are not animals, he was still growling at her, while she blankly looked at his seething face. You see, Clary was in fact out all night, but for a very good reason, well she thought it was anyway. She was actually in the club Pandemonium, with Maia. Normally she wouldn't go out anywhere, especially to a club in the dark, without her brother, or at least Simon -not that he could do much more than her to protect them. But last night it was an emergency. Maia and Clary were out for revenge.

Revenge? Kind of childish isn't it? Not for the pair of girls who swore payback on Maia's cheating douchebag of an ex-boyfriend. This revenge could not possibly wait until tomorrow at school, it was spur of the moment, and included: alcohol, short dresses, more alcohol, sexy dancing, and a dougebag who left the club with a dripping wet shirt and no dignity. Let's just say that Maia knows that she's worth more than that asshat who had the nerve to lie to her face when she saw him sucking another girls face off. Clary and Maia thought their plan was a job well done when all the other girls in the club saw how much of a sleeze he was, and so they celebrated with a few victory drinks. Clary is sort of regretting them right now as she's having a bit of trouble focussing on her dads screaming rather than the rising urge to puke on his fluffy slippers that she bought him for Christmas last year.

After zoning out of her fathers lecture for the last five minutes, she thought it was best to at least attempt to listen to his 'wise words'.

"-ON A SCHOOL NIGHT NO LESS! YOU COULD DESTROY YOUR FUTURE, YOU NEED TO BE MORE RESPONSIBLE, MORE LIKE JONATHAN! I BET HE IS SLEEPING SOUNDLESSLY IN HIS ROOM LIKE HE SHOULD BE AND NOT GALAVANTING ALL NIGHT LONG!"

He paused and saw the reaction of his daughter. The guilt was clear on her face but there was also a hint of anger and betrayal, as if he didn't trust her to have a good reason to disobey him. He softened his expression and whispered his next words with only affection and worry.

"It's just that anything could happen to you Clary. I don't want anything to happen to you. I've been up all night worrying. You're my baby girl, I wouldn't know what I would do with myself without you."

As he said this he opened his arms for a hug, and she gladly relaxed into him. Feeling a safety only her father could bring her. She mumbled a sincere apology against his chest, and promised that she only left because she had to bring justice to the world, which apparently needed to be done straight away. He reluctantly let her go as he knew how much she believed in people getting what they deserve, and how she felt that it was her duty to balance out the good acts and the bad acts of the world, well at least in Alicante High.

Valentine told her she should at least get one hour of sleep as there was no way she was missing school for her own mistake. After nodding and giving him a quick peck on the cheek they parted ways. She bowed her head and dragged her self over to her bed, collapsing into her duvet without even bothering to change out of her short little dress, and a boys jacket that had somehow randomly appeared on her at some point in the night. She instantly fell asleep and dreaded the seven hours of school she usually couldn't wait to get to.