"It's here! It's finally here," Clary ran into the kitchen of the apartment that she lived in with her mother, Jocelyn, and her stepfather of 13 years, Luke. In Clary's hand was a letter from Rhode Island School of Design, her dream school since she was 9, which would determine if she would be accepted or rejected.

"Well open it sweetheart," Jocelyn said smiling proudly at her daughter, "don't keep us waiting any longer." Clary whispered an okay before closing her eyes and slowly opening the envelope. After what felt like an hour, Clary unfolded the paper and opened her eyes, finding out if her dream would be coming true or not.

"I got in! I got in! Mom, Dad, I got in!" Clary was jumping up and down, there was no way she would be able to contain her excitement. Luke and Jocelyn both got up from the table and hugged her, praising her for all the hard work she had done to get in. "I have to go tell Simon," Clary pulled her phone out and texted Simon to come over so she could tell him the great news," he's been asking when the letter would finally come so I would stop talking about whether I would get in or not."

"We're very proud of you sweetheart, I love you so much. I couldn't ask for a better daughter," Luke said giving Clary a kiss on her forehead. His stubble slightly tickling her.

"And I couldn't ask for a better dad, I love you too," Clary smiled and hugged Luke once again. "Well, I better start packing, right?"

Simon fell onto Clary's bed with a sigh, the bed creaking under his weight. "How much more stuff do you have to pack? You are aware that your dorm room is less than half of the size of your room, right?" Simon didn't understand how someone could need so many boxes for a room the size of a walk in closet.

"Simon, I'm going away to college, it's not like I can just back home if I forget something I need. It's better to be safe than sorry." Clary taped the last box shut, "besides we are officially done. Do you want to come over tomorrow and help me load these into my car," Clary said fluttering her eyelashes.

Simon slowly got off of Clary's bed and walked over to where she stood in the middle of her room. "Of course I do," he hugged her and rested his chin on top of her head. "I'm going to miss you carrot top," he said quietly.

"You can always come visit me," Clary said looking up at him," I'll miss you too Si."

After a three and a half hour drive, Clary finally made it to Rhode Island School of Design. She had seen so many pictures of the school before, but the pictures did it no justice. The sun was shining at the perfect angle on top of the main building making her wish she could just sit in the perfectly trimmed grass and draw it in her sketchbook. After admiring the view Clary grabbed a map of the school out of her black cross body purse so she could find where her dorm was.

Clary started walking towards the dorm building, with a box full of art supplies in her hands, and taking in all the details around her. She could just imagine herself sitting on a bench by the river, trying to capture its beauty in a sketch or painting. She could sit in front of one of the many sculptures on the campus. Even the buildings were absolutely gorgeous. Growing up in New York, Clary had seen many magnificent buildings and art, but there was just something so different about this place. She had been here for not even an hour and she already felt at home, until something slammed into her side, knocking her to the ground.

Clary didn't have time to scream or say anything by the time the air was knocked out of her. A heavy body landed on top of her crushing her with their weight. She looked at the body that was on her and the first thing she noticed was his hair. It was a shade of gold that she had never seen before, it was breathtaking. The next thing she noticed was the beanie he wore that was covered in paint, and as she looked at him closer, Clary noticed that he had small splatters all over his clothes.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," Said the mystery guy with golden hair. He got up off the ground and offered Clary a hand to help her up. Clary couldn't help but to stare at him in awe as she took his hand and stood on her feet. He bent down pick up the art supplies from the concrete and put it back into her box, then he handed the box to Clary with a smile.

"Thanks, and its ok, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going either," Clary said with a small smile, looking into his gold eyes. He bent down and grabbed his skateboard from the ground before turning back to where she stood.

"How about I make it up to you by carrying that box to your dorm for you," he said confidently, reaching to grab it out of her hands.

"Uh, yeah, sure, that's good," Clary said then mentally cursed herself for babbling. "I'm Clary Fray by the way."

"I'm Jace. Jace Herondale. It's nice to meet you Clary."