Chapter One

Clary

I wiped my tears as i watched them put the box in the ground. My heart aching to see his smile to hear his voice again, but i knew it wasn't going to happen again. I put my head on my brothers shoulder and grabbed my moms hand. We were all we had left and i wasn't letting go.

It's been five weeks since we put him in the ground. Today i'm starting at my new school. Two weeks after he was buried, we moved to New York. We couldn't stay there any more, not in that city, in that house.

I took a deep breath as i walk into the school. It was like every private school.

I walked to the main office and walked in. A nice looking lady sat in the chair behind and big desk.

"Hi, i'm new here." I said and she stood.

"Come." She said and i followed her down and hallway and into a room. A nice looking lady sat behind the desk. Headmisters Jia Penhallow. She had a open folder in front of her.

"Clarissa Fairchild?" She asked as the other lady left.

"Yes but i don't like being called Clarissa." I said and she nodded

"What would you like to be called then?"

"Clary." I said and she nodded.

"Well Clary, this is your Schedule and you'll get your uniform when you leave my office." She said and i stood. She offered me a smiled before i walked out of the room. A girl stood from her seat when she saw me. She had long black hair and brown eyes.

"Hi i'm Isabelle. You can call me Izzy." She said and handed me a uniform.

"Clary." I said and nodded. I walked into the bathroom and changed. I pulled on the red and black plaid skirt and the white blouse, with a black vest and a red tie. I pulled on my black flats before walking back out.

" Come on we have almost all the same class's." She said and started walking off talking about anything, with me following slowly behind.

Jace

I sat in Mr. Waylands class when the door opened and walked in Izzy.

"Miss. Lightwood, your late because?" He asked annoyed.

"I was helping the new girl to her class's." She said and the whole class looked to the door as a short girl with dark red hair walked in. She had the brightest green eyes. She wore the schools uniform. A few boys whistled at her and she smiled.

"Miss?" He asked not knowing her name.

"Clarissa Fairchild." She said to him. " But i like to be called Clary." She said and he nodded.

"Well Clary, there is only one seat open and it's next to Jonathan." He said to her before he turned to me." Herondale" He called out and her eyes snapped to his, like she's heard that name. I slowly raised my hand and she looked at me. She looked me up and down, but not in a way i'm used too. She slowly walked over and sat next to me. She pulls out her note book and starts drawing. Once she's done with the sketch, she write's CM in the bottom conner. I've seen that before but i can't remember from where thou. I sigh as the bell goes off. I leave the class thinking about the short red head.

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