Oh my cringy part one. I have zero clue why I skipped in between POV's so much, and while it is good to skip between the points of view I'm not going to be doing it as often as I did. I'm mainly going to skip to one point of view, unless the certain chapter gets increasingly long or there's just need for a change in character at that specific point in the plot. Also, I'm debating upping the rating, because as we all know in the books the characters used some choice language, and as this story is set in modern times we know that their language would be mighty colorful. Especially Magnus, and by extension Clary because she has been around him for as long as she has. And also, I realize Clary is a VERY VERY basic person, but this all plays into the plot eventually, just wait on it. Honestly, I think that as the story develops readers will have a lot of love-hate relationships with ALL of the characters; I have most of the plot and things like that planned out, and it is going to be one heck of a ride. This took me forever and a day to write, mainly because the chapters are becoming longer and more developed in order to have a better story line. To wrap this up (not every introduction will be this long), I really value my readers and their ideas, as well as their criticism, so if there's anything to say about any of my work I would love to hear it! Thank you all for sticking with me as long as some of you have, I'm so so excited to rewrite and continue this story. I will be deleting the chapters that had followed this one originally, because my plot has changed slightly and the whole thing was just poorly written. Thank you all for your patience, lots of love! -Kailee

Okay, disclaimer time. I own no part of The Mortal Instruments nor the characters created by Cassandra Clare, however I do own this plot as it is original and came out of my own little thirteen year old brain nearly three years ago.

Extravagance. Glamour. Sparkly bullshit. It's what I had lived for for the majority of my life. It became increasingly difficult to let out my inner shiny bitch, however, because for the past almost nine years I had been living with what had become a very dull and drab teenager who had absolutely zero life outside of trying to get money off of me to go hang out with her equally dull and drab teenage friends. It was around 7:30 on a Friday morning, and anytime now Clarissa would come bounding down the stairs, either dressed in all black or an outfit consisting of multiple neutral colors since she could never be as fashion forward as the great Magnus Bane, no matter how many times I have tried to teach her. She would most likely ask me for an insane amount of money before trotting off to school. "Maaaaaaaagnus." I knew when I heard that horrible call that the devil herself was approaching me.

The only other warning I got was the flash of orange-red hair that came as Clary came bounding down the stairs, wearing a white sweater rolled up to the sleeves, black tights, white Birkenstocks, and a rose gold Michael Kors watch that very well might have been the only color on her besides her hair. It was tragic, really, how she wouldn't believe me when I told her just how phenomenal she would look in a canary yellow. "Claaaaaaaary," I mocked her, rolling my eyes and holding out my hand in symbolism for the money that I was very well aware she was about to ask me for.

She rolled her eyes back at me, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm not asking you for money," she responded to my mocking, jutting her bottom lip out the slightest bit and trying to look injured. I gasped, clutching my heart and pretending to fall over. "Has the ninth circle of hell frozen over? Are you wearing a phenomenal shade of canary yellow? Have you begun to listen to better music?" She blankly stared at me while I continued my dramatic montague, waiting for me to give her a cue that she could speak again.

"First off, the ninth circle of hell is cold. Have you not read The Inferno? Secondly, canary yellow would look absolutely horrible on me considering the fact that my hair is red. Thirdly, when you find someone that sings better than Ed Sheeran and James Arthur then you can in fact judge my music taste. I was just going to ask you if I could go to a party with Nicole later and maybe stay with her?" Her voice raised at the end, as if I wasn't going to say yes. Little did she know, however, that I had already been intending to kick her out tonight. I was having one of my famous parties, and the last thing I needed was an untrained Shadowhunter girl there. That would kill my whole vibe. I rolled my eyes, pretending to be agitated.

"Just remember I know what weed smells like, and if you come home smelling like it I promise you that you will never go out again. I can't have my furniture smelling like smoke, it would ruin the whole decor." The corners of my mouth lifted up in a small smile as I ushered her out the door, pretending to not notice that she had already had a bag packed as if she had intended on either getting a yes or convincing me into saying it.

As she wandered off to her high school filled with other teenagers that were most likely- and when I say most likely I mean most definitely- as annoying and spoiled as her, all I could think about was how wrong she was about the canary yellow. I mean, it would make her look less pale and drab and definitely bring some color and life into her, I mean she literally reeks with the stench of mortality.

Clary

It was the never-ending, always revolving cycle of Magnus. He would go back and forth on certain things- some days he would tell me no and I would have to beg, and some days he would just say yes as if it was something I did ritually, like going to school or something. I have never met a more confusing or more forward human being, and that's definitely a fact. Tonight was going to be the biggest party of the entire school year- the seniors were graduating, the freshman would no longer be the freshman, and the sophomores (including me) would be moving up in their high school careers to upper-classmanship.

I was half-expecting to have to sneak out of my window to go, an event that would surely get me caught at one in the morning to a very locked window and a very angry Magnus. The following day would usually consist in me suffering through my punishment of whatever Magnus had come up with that day, but it usually was something more cringy than what a normal parent/ legal guardian/ whatever the hell Magnus was to me would do. One time he forced me to wear one of his "fabulous" outfits on the day that I had to give a major presentation. This resulted in me basically wearing a disco ball and having to talk over the whispering and laughing of my classmates- talk about embarrassing.

Magnus was cool, though; I had to give him that. He had taken me in when I was seven, when he was only twenty-one himself. Being that I was so young you'd assume that I'd at least remember something about my birth parents or my family in general, but all I remember is flashes of red hair and dark eyes and lots and lots of black clothing. I never talked to Magnus about my family, it usually made him uncomfortable. For all I know they were part of a cult or something.

Magnus took decent enough care of me though, even through all my fifteen-about-to-be-sixteen year old moodiness and constant need for some type of food. I continued thinking about Magnus, daydreaming about him and his connection to my actual family, whoever they may be. For all intents and purposes, Magnus was my family; he was the one who had always been there. I had finally made it to my locker, and I grabbed my books, pushing the glasses that had slipped down the bridge of my nose back up. "Are you going tonight?" a very excited voice exclaimed right behind me, their hot breath hitting my neck and making me jump with surprise, my books flying everywhere. Simon blushed, ducking down to pick up my things.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. In my defense you were probably off in your own world somewhere, weren't you?" he grinned at me, trying to hand me back my books and papers in the most orderly way possible. I rolled my eyes; Simon payed too much attention to me, he always knew exactly what I was thinking. He pushed his own glasses back up on his nose before raising his eyebrows at me, wondering my answer to the question he had asked before my little book-throwing event.

"Of course I'm going, why wouldn't I be? It's the biggest party of the year!"

"I just wasn't sure, you had said something about not knowing if Magnus was going to let you go or not, which I have no clue why you think that. He's like the coolest dude ever, and he's like, twenty right? So I mean I'm sure that he likes to party just like we do."

I scoffed. "Simon, first off, he's thirty, and you are very well aware of this; you've known me since I was seven. Secondly, he is not 'the coolest dude ever'" she said mocking his voice, "Sometimes it takes a lot of hard work to make him let me go places. Thirdly, he doesn't even like to party, he's lame."

Simon rolled his eyes, and began to mock my voice in the way I had mocked his, raising his voice to what he considered to be a girly standard, "First off, I know he's thirty but that's close enough to twenty. Secondly, have you ever realized that you only talk in lists? Thirdly, everyone likes to party, even Magnus."

I laughed. "Simon, I highly doubt Magnus parties."

"I guarantee you he's throwing one tonight while you're out of the house. Actually, I'd bet you twenty dollars on it," he said matter-of-factly, a smug grin working its way onto his face.

"Looks like we have a deal. Guess we're breaking into my house tonight. Wow, major change of events."

"Clary, I hope you know you're going to owe me twenty dollars."

"Simon, I hope you know that Magnus does not have enough friends to throw a party." I grinned, turning on my heel in the direction of my next class. After tonight, I was going to be twenty dollars richer. This was likely one of the better bets that I had made in my lifetime.

Okayyy everyone, first cringy chapter rewritten in a less-cringy way, a lot lot lot more to go. This whole entire process will most definitely be an adventure, and I'm so excited to spend it with you all! I'm going to do my best to get on a regular schedule, and I love love love to hear from you guys!