Hey guys, SShinyEspeonn here with a brand new story! I think I've been crazy, deleting my very first fanfiction, uploading a new one, deleting the new one again. It won't happen again, because I made a promise to myself that I will not be deleting any stories unless the story is a complete disaster. Hope you guys enjoy this story, and without further ado, welcome to the very first chapter of Agent in High School.

Clary POV:

I've been training all my life for this. A mission. And now here I was, in front of Valentine Morgenstern, my father and the owner of this organization called The Circle.

The Circle is basically a secret organization that a few people know of and they call for agents like me to do work for them. But not any kind of work, work as in like protecting someone famous or killing someone famous, or just killing or protecting someone in general.

All agents have to be sixteen or older. And I'm finally sixteen. This is my very first mission, and I'm not going to fail this.

"Hello, Clarissa," Valentine said. I rolled my eyes, I'd told him a million times to call me Clary, but I nodded anyway. "This is your first mission as an agent, and I'm pleased to say that you are one of our best Agent in Trainings. I'm sure that this will transfer to your missions." I smiled, because I was good at this. I may be small, but that gave me agility and the element of surprise. And people suspected me less.

"This is your mission," Valentine said, handing me a black folder. I moved to open it, but Valentine stopped me. "Open it in your dorm," he said. I nodded. Damn, I thought to myself. I freaking forgot the first and most important rule, to never share important information in public.

I stood up from the comfy seat, then walked over to the double doors leading to the hallway. "And Clary," Father said. I turned around, my bright red hair swinging. He pretty much never called me Clary. "Be safe," he said, smiling. Even though he was strict, he was still my father. I smiled back in response, then walked out into the hallway.

I walked down the hall, clutching my black folder, the color made my pale hands seem almost white, like snow. I passed by a couple AITs, or Agents in Trainings. They were laughing at each other, talking about their training. I walked up three flights of stairs to the 4th floor and stopped at room 4-37. Home. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my key. After jiggling it for a few seconds, I was able to open the door and enter my humble-abode.

It was small, but enough for me. The living room had a small green rug next to a red couch and a flat-screen TV mounted onto the wall in front of the couch with a small coffee table that I ate on in the corner. Connected to the living room, there was a kitchen with a small pink fridge, a sink, cupboards, a microwave, and a stove. There was my bedroom that had a purple twin-size bed, a rocking chair, a white bookshelf that was overflowing with books, a blue desk, a black chair, and another green rug. My dorm isn't the best designed dorm, but it's comfy and that's all that counts. At least to me.

I walked straight to my bedroom after I slipped off my beautiful black sneakers. I turned my purple lamp on and sat on my black chair. I shifted until I got into my comfy position and then I opened the folder, eager to know all about my mission.

I took out the first packet. On the cover, there was all the information about me, which I didn't need. I flipped the page over to meet with the second page. On that page, there was information about my client: Maryse and Robert Lightwood. There was a picture of the two together, and I could safely say that they weren't on the best of terms, though they were obviously married. After reading some of the information on the page and learning that there wasn't any info about the actual mission, I flipped the page again. Mission, I read to myself. Finally.

You are to prevent the Lightwoods' adopted son, Jonathan Christopher Herondale-Lightwood for learning about who his real parents are, Stephan and Celine Herondale, until the Lightwoods say that it is okay for Agent to return.

Woah, I thought. I have to prevent some dude from learning that his parents are murderers and drug-dealers who were sent to prison seven years ago.

I flipped the page and was greeted by a picture of a pretty-looking teenager. My hands automatically itched for a pencil and a piece of paper even though I gave up drawing years ago due to the large amounts of training and learning. He looked like a piece of gold that was shaped into a Greek god brought to life. He had blonde curls that looked like golden strings and golden-bronze skin. But his eyes were the most unique. They were golden marbles place carefully into his eye sockets. If that is what Jonathan looks like, I thought, I won't be able to keep anything from him.

I tore my eyes away from the picture and looked at the information. I was right, the pretty boy in the picture was in fact Jonathan. I learned that he was seventeen, the quarterback of the football team in his school, had a girlfriend named Kaelie Whitewillow who was sixteen, a sister named Isabelle Lightwood who was sixteen and preferred to be called Izzy, two brothers named Alexander Lightwood who was eighteen and preferred to be called Alec and Max Lightwood who was nine, preferred to be called Jace, and he went to Alicante High.

I automatically knew that Jace was a player, otherwise known as a man-whore. I pulled out my little memo notebook and flipped to a fresh page. I titled the page Mission One, then wrote down J is a player. I then closed the notebook and put the packet back into the folder. Tomorrow was Saturday, which meant that I would be able to buy all school supplies and some casual clothing. I can't say that I'm not very excited to go to high school, because that would be a big lie. After all, I've never been to a school before, I was taught at the Institute.

I was also very excited that I would own a house all by myself, even though it would only be for a short while. Not being truly alone sometimes wasn't nice, though most people would kill to have company 24/7.

I yawned, and decided that I should have some sleep before going off on a huge shopping spree tomorrow. So I crawled into my bed and pulled up the covers and closed my eyes, and thought, This is going to be so epic, before drifting off to dreamland.

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