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Clary's POV

I knew that this was the last time I would see my home, but a part of me felt happy about it. The New York institute was supposed to be much better than the London one, and I couldn't wait to see the place where I was born. The shadowhunters there were supposed to be bad-ass and amazing fighters, and I couldn't wait to meet them. After my mother died, I knew that there was nothing left for me here. I never knew my father, and all my other relatives were dead, so when Maryse and Robert offered to take me in, the Clave said yes right away. I created a portal, taking one last look at my previous home, and stepped through the door.

The familiar, sickly feeling of whizzing through a portal made me think of my mum, and all the good places we went together. But when I stepped out and saw my new home, I was shocked at how quickly the memories went. I knew that to mundanes the place looked like an old, abandoned church but to shadowhunters it was amazing. I took a few minutes to gaze around my new surroundings when I heard a rustling in the bushes. I spun around and gazed into the darkness, trying to work out what had made that noise, when a blue cat came out of the bush. I sighed with relief because I was way too tired to fight any demons. I ran up to the great double doors and rang the doorbell. I was greeted by Maryse, who I had only met once at the Clave meeting.

"Hello Clarissa," she said. "Welcome to the New York Institute."

She stood back, and let me through to my new home.

I walked in a stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to stand or what to do. Maryse shut the doors and started walking through the hallway. I had no choice but to follow her. She opened a door, which seemed to lead through to a large kitchen, where a blonde haired boy and black haired boy and a black haired girl were standing around and talking. They all were so comfortable with each other, and I had no idea how I was going to fit in here. They stood to attention when Maryse came in and all gave me wary glances.
"Jace, Alec, Isabelle, this is Clarissa Fairchild, the girl I was telling you about," Maryse said. "She will be staying with us from now on." With that said she walked out of the kitchen, leaving me standing awkwardly in front of the trio. The blonde boy- Jace - had been standing with his back to me, but when he turned around I gasped. It wasn't his beauty that took my breath away, it was the fact that I was positive that I had seen him before. I stumbled back against the kitchen table, whispering "no" over and over again. I couldn't take it anymore, so I ran out of the room and away from their confused glances.

Isabelle ran after her
"Hi, as you know I'm Isabelle but are you alright?" she asked me.
"I'm fine," I said
"Would you like me to show you to your room?" Isabelle asked me.
"Sure."
She left the room, giving me little option but to follow her.
They walked most of the way in silence, but just when I thought that she could escape, Isabelle asked
"So, what are you doing here anyway?"
I really didn't want to talk about this right now, especially with a stranger, so I kept silent and hoped that she would change the subject. After a few awkward minutes, Isabelle was still waiting for a reply, so I sighed and decided to tell her the basics.
"Well my mum and I lived in the London institute, we moved there when I was five. I lived in New York before then. Anyway, we were training some new shadowhunters when a man in a dark cloak came in through the doors. He must have been a shadowhunter, as only we could enter. I was in my room, sulking as my mum and I had just had a fight. I heard a scream, a blood-curdling scream, from one of the newbies. I bolted downstairs, looking to see what was going on. I saw the new shadowhunter's dead, and ran around the house, looking for my mum," I sniffed, trying my best not t cry.
"Anyway, I eventually found her, struggling into a sitting position. I helped her up and we were just about to go when the man in the cloak came in through a door. My mum gasped and told me to run. I did what she asked but only to the end of the passageway, so I could help her if she needed it. They were talking, and the man removed his hood, to show a face I would never forget. My mum obviously pissed him off, as the look on his face was furious. He took a sword out of his belt, and without a second glance, threw it into my mum's chest." At this Isabelle gasped. I couldn't stop a tear sliding down my face.
"I stood where I was frozen with the shock. The fear. The anger. He turned towards me and grinned, the bastard, and twirled his ring. With that, he was gone."
I sniffed and said, " I don't want to talk about this anymore."
"Of course you don't," said Isabelle. " But why did you gasp when you saw Jace?"
"Because," I said, " Jace looks exactly like the man who killed my mother."

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