AN: Hi everyone! This is the first story that I've ever published. I've written about 19K words so far, but have a few issues in between.
Please let me know if you're interested in reading more! It would be very much appreciated.
I look forward to hearing your opinions

Kyle lay in bed thinking about the day to come. He remembered his mom saying that something important was going to happen, but since it was still early he doubted he had missed the event. But what had it been? As he mulled over this question he could practically hear his mother's voice in his head saying "Darling, please remember that… tomorrow" to him last night at dinner. Picking up his phone he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched. He pushed a strand of his hair out of his eyes that was tickling his face and got up. His feet landed in the soft carpet he had on the floor of his room at the Institute. Since every room had either stone or wooden floors in the Toronto Institute, he had opted for a more comfortable covering for his own room. After grabbing clean clothes he slipped into the bathroom that was basically his own, since the adjacent room was not occupied. In the shower he remembered. Their guest, who was going to be living with them for the next year would be arriving after breakfast. His name was Christian Ashthorn and he came from the Paris Institute. Kyle wondered how Shadowhunters in Paris did everything. If they trained the same, learned the same history and so on.

Kyle shook his hair so the black curls fell into their normal position and raked his green eyes over the face looking at him in the mirror. He shrugged. It would do. After donning his clothes he added his daggers, two in each boot and two tucked in his belt in a way that concealed them. His phone buzzed in his hand and he looked down. It was a message from his cousin telling him to move his ass to breakfast. Kyle sighed and opened the heavy wooden door of his room.