AN: this is the full sumary. this story is also on Wattpad but this is the revised version.

Jace is at a mundane school. A mundane school that teaches mundanes Shadowhunter things. Sent by his father to see if they were a threat or not Jace begins to like it there. It's his first time being out in the world (Shadowhunter or mundane) except when he killed demons. So he can't help but be intrigued and that's before Pigeon came along and caught his interest.

2 months ago Clary was visited by a stranger in a dream and she had to make a choice of dying or the stranger saving her. She obviously chose the latter. But his help came at a price. Now no one can see her anymore or remembers she ever existed. Except 2 people. One is Jace who she can't help but falling for. And the other ,well, he left her in an alley with a messy problem.

Used to be called Shadowhunter Mundane School

Prologue

Jace looked at the wall of the art room and what he observed was a weird sight for a Mundane class room.

The wall was a mural of sorts with black swirls with other colors accenting it. And in the middle was a girl with her back turned where you could see long faerie wings and beside her was a werewolf with black fur and the bluest of eyes. The werewolf was snarling at something and it seemed to be protecting the faerie girl . And in front of them was a vampire with its hand help up in the universal peace sign. And surrounding them was the black swirls being put there by a warlock in the corner.

For Jace it was weird sight. A sight of the downworlders getting along. I mean the Werewolf was protecting a Faerie child. As if! But in a mundane class room it was weird enough to draw attention to his father. That is why he was sent here to observe the people here at the school and see if it was a threat to his father. He was just glad to be out of the house.

So far his schedule included classes that he never thought a mundane school would have.

First period- Religion Studies and Myths (which was held for two periods)

Second period- Self defense class

Third period- Break/Study Hall

Fourth Period- Weapon history and defense

Lunch

Fifth period- A day: Art

B day: report to Class A113

(AN: if anyone at all gets this reference I'll kiss you. Okay not really but ill send you the next chapter early. Whatever chapter I'm working on)

So far the school was a Shadowhunter school without down right saying 'you're a Shadowhunter' and 'You kill demons'. His first period had been pretty much an Angeloligy (is that a word) and Demonology class. Self defense class was as brutal as training but not as bad as his father's and so was weapons class. What did a mundane need a weapons class for? And the art class had downworlders painted on the wall.

Not to mention the school was small. Way small. Like population of less than a 100. So everyone has the same classes with the same people. And no the classes did not have 100 people maybe 15 at most per class. So far he had every class with the same 10 people. And he already new them all. Except one.

Alec

Isabelle

Simon

Maia

Jordon/Kyle

Aline

Helen

Sebastian

Jonathan

Unknown

He knew Alec was gay. Isabelle loved fashion (and had a crush on Simon. Who was a total ass and nerd who loved video games and comics)

Maia was dating Kyle. Aline was a slut to cover up her actually being lesbian and was secretly dating Helen. Sebastian was a douche and Jonathan was the art teachers son.

He new all of them except one. The red head. Who sat between Jonathan and Simon everyday. In all her classes. She was never acknowledged. During roll call they all skipped her. Like she wasn't even there.

Which was complete shit because he'd seen her in both self defense class and weapons and though she packed a mean punch and could use chakrams like a freaking badass. she was there alright. She looked to be about a 100 pound girl who if she stood by him would not even reach his chin more than likely. She slouched in her chair. Never paid attention in class. Though he wasn't one to talk cause he didn't either. His father had taught him everything years before and everything they taught him he already knew. There was NOTHING special about her. Yet there was.

So on that day as Jace looked at the art wall, the women drabbled on about old Asian markings -which some say before Jonathan Shadowhunter had been given angel blood and been given the ability to make runes had used these old marks as runes of the Angel- Jace decided to take a chance. A chance he never would have known would change his life so much. But as he took a piece of paper out of his notebook and wrote "What is your name?" And ignored the stare Alec gave him and he threw it across the room and it landed perfectly where he wanted it to. He thought. Maybe I'll get some answers. And these aren't even for my father. And boy was he ever ready. They didn't have to be all good and they didnt need to be all bad but it was a risk he was willing to take.