A/N: Okay so a couple months ago I started a fic but lost inspiration and deleted it. I thought of this one a month or so ago and have been writing chapters in advance so I can plan things out.

And I'm also nervous about the rating because there are scenes with teen drinking and smoking and minor coarse language so I'll just warn you at the beginning of chapters? idk?

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the mortal instruments whatsoever!

The black leather on the car seat is cool against my legs. I gaze out the car window at the green grass that covers the hills. I've never seen an area so isolated ever in my life. I was so used to the city streets and the concrete jungle I call New York, now I'm heading to some boarding school in the middle of nowhere. My parents think it's best for me which is total bull. I'm alright, mom and Luke need to calm down. I don't need a boarding school to help me with something that I can control; I just choose to be this way.

"Looking forward to Alicante Academy?" Luke says as he was driving. Luke is like my father. He's been my stepfather for almost 10 years I guess I just consider him my father. Though I just call him Luke, he prefers it.

My eyes don't leave the scenery outside the window. "No. I can't believe you're forcing me, its not too late to turn back you know."

I hear someone sigh. "Clary, think about the positive outcomes in this. You can get a better education, there are so many programs you can join and you can make some new friends." My mother says. I turn to face the front of the car to see my mother looking back at me smiling.

"Mom, what's wrong with the friends I currently have?" I asked. My friends are fine. They're cool and easy to get along with. Yeah so what we have a little fun, adults make it seem like we're the worst kids in the world when we're just having harmless fun.

My mother scoffed. "Firstly they're a bad influence; you wouldn't be in this situation if you just stood your ground and took responsibility. Secondly.."

I mouth off my mother's words and put my earphones in my ears and turn up the music loud enough so I can't hear her. It's the same old argument each time. I don't bother to hear the second part of her speech.

For the next 15 minutes I listen to You Me at Six nonstop. They're one of my favourite bands and they comfort me when mom pisses me off.

I feel the car slow down a bit so I take out the earphones out. I stare out the front car window to see a roof behind trees. As we drive closer and closer, I find that we're almost at the school. We drive through the open gates of the school and see a car park full of cars and people scattered everywhere. No one seems to be wearing the school uniform, besides a couple students here and there.

I had to admit the building exterior looked nice. It was a clash of old and new. They obviously kept some of the original building structure and modernized it slightly.

Luke finally finds a parking spot and I was about to open the door to get out. "Clary," my mother said softly. "Please try your best to become the Clary I used to know, not this alter ego that has taken over."

I roll my eyes and open the car door and hop out. I shut the door behind me and notice the cool breeze. I feel the sense of insecurity as I see the crowd of people. Do mom and Luke expect me just to go to a brand new school, with strangers and room with strangers?

Luke opens the car boot and takes out my suitcases. I take out my phone from my denim shorts pocket. I check my messages. None. My friends haven't even replied my texts. Maybe they must be busy?

After half an hour of looking around the school grounds with mom and Luke, I get given my room key and say goodbye. I hug Luke first. I love his hugs, they make me feel secure.

"Be good kiddo." He tells me, I don't say anything. I just nod. My mom gives me a hug and squeezes me tight. "Please make a difference within yourself. Don't try and think getting expelled will send you back to New York." She kisses me on the cheek. "I love you." She says.

"I love you too." I say softly.

"Do you want any help taking your things to your room?" Luke asks.

I shake my head. "Nah I'll be fine."

Mom tilts her head slightly. "Okay, remember to call us, we want to know how you settle in and all." We say our final goodbyes and I watch them hop into their car and drive away.

I take my things and head to room 123 at the girls dorm. I walk along while texting my friend Emma, she hasn't answered me in a couple days, I hope everything's alright. My shoulder bumps into someone and I drop my phone.
"Ugh watch where you're going!" I snap. I pick up my phone. "You're lucky it didn't crack.

I look up and see a boy with a slim, muscular build and golden hair look down at me. His eyes were tawny, surely they're contacts, no one has golden eyes.

"Well I wasn't the one concentrating on my phone now I was I?" The boy grins at me and raises his eyebrow. He shoves right past me and walks away.

What an ass.

I grab a hold my things and make my way to room 123.

I finally make it to the girls dorm. The hallway is crowded and loud. Girls are chatting and hanging by their room doors, some with their doors open and music playing loud. I reach down the end of the corridor to my room. I turn the knob and open it wide.

I see a tall girl with silky black hair that falls to her waist standing in the middle of the room, checking herself out in the mirror. She sees me through her mirror and smiles. "Oh, hey." She says with a smile and a slight wave. "You must be my roommate Clary?"

I nod my head. "Uh yeah." I walk in and close the door behind me.

My roommate is very striking and gorgeous, by just looking at her I feel a tad insecure, but I shouldn't worry about that. She wears a strapless black dress that fits her figure. Unlike me, she has a bigger chest and curves.

"I'm Isabelle Lightwood by the way." She turns around and walks over to me puts her hand out for me to shake. I take her hand and shake it then walk over to the bed that is clear of all her clothes and stuff.

"So where you from?" Isabelle asks, studying herself in the mirror once again.

"I'm from New York. " I tell her. "You?"

"I actually live like half an hour away from here, I go home on weekends."

"I guess that's awesome then, going home every week." I say awkwardly.

"It's not too bad I guess."

I start unpacking my clothes and putting them in my closet. "I'm so excited, we're gonna be great friends!"

"Uh okay, I guess. Well you see I won't be here long." I inform.

Isabelles smile fades. "What do you mean?"

"Look," I begin to explain. "I just got into some trouble back in New York and my parents went a little extreme and sent me here."

Isabelle huffed. "So you think its a bad idea for them sending you here?"

"Duh." I say like its the most obvious thing in the world.

"Clary, they sent you to a place where, 1) there's no parents, 2) you get away with more stuff, 3) you don't have to worry about chores and stuff. Are you still mad at them now? You can do whatever you want here, if you play by the rules of course." Isabelle explained. Well, she did have a point.

"I guess." I hang up my black leather jacket. It's the jacket my ex-boyfriend Dan gave me. I would burn it and shoves the ashes down this throat, but it's cute and comfy and I love wearing it.

"Since we're gonna be roommates and hopefully friends - even if its for a short time maybe - I want you to come with me and meet everyone." She smiles at me, I can see the hope in her facial expression. A party? It's been almost a month since I've been to one. Mom and Luke have basically locked me in the house the entire summer, I've sneaked out a couple times but I got caught the last time and they didn't let me out of their sight till school started.

I smile at her. "Yeah sounds cool. But where would it be though?"

"It's at my brother, Alec's friend's house which is a couple miles away, Magnus always throws a party at the start of the school year. So still up for it?"

"Yeah of course, it'll be nice to mingle with kids my age; I've been locked in my house for the past month so a party would be nice."

Isabelle claps her hands in excitement. "Yay!"

We talk for the next half an hour or so. She tells me that she has a younger brother named Max who lives with her parents. She loves clothes, and hopes to one day be a fashion designer, go to college and have her own apartment in New York. I told her she we should go clubbing together if she moves states after high school. She agreed and we made a pact. She seems to have her future all planned out, I haven't thought about college, or what I'm going to do with my life. I've just kinda gone with the flow of high school and just thought I'd know by the time I got to my last couple years, but I have no clue.

That evening we went to the dining hall for dinner. The school has some bell system so it's one long ring for when class starts and when class finishes, two rings for breakfast and three for dinner. It's a confusing system at times but I guess I'll get used to it.

Tonight we're having spaghetti and meatballs. Spaghetti and meatballs are one of my favourite meals and this bowl of it tastes like heaven; I guess this school doesn't suck after all. Isabelle and I sit at a table with people I have never even met before. Isabelle introduced me to a girl named Maia who had dark skin and was a bit tomboyish, and then there's Aline. She has long straight black hair with brown almond shaped eyes and honey skin. She seems sweet but a bit of a flirt with a lot of the guys.

I zone out a little and look around the room. Tables full of students, the geeks, the hipsters, the outcasts covered in black clothing..

Then my eye catches a group. But my eyes can't leave this one guy; the one with golden hair and an angular face, with golden eyes that lit up his face and wore a grey t-shirt and jeans. The boy I bumped into this afternoon. It feels like the world has slowed down. His eyes creep to me and our eyes lock. Shivers run down my spine. Never when I've looked at a guy has this happened to me. This never even happened when I was with Dan. He looked beautiful and I see him smirk at me and looks away.

"Clary." I hear someone say faintly.

"Clary!" I hear much clearer, and its Isabelle who's calling me.

"Clary!" Isabelle slaps my arm and I jolt back into reality. The world fastens around me and the golden haired boy faced back to his friends.

I face Isabelle. "What?"

"I was saying that you're from New York." Isabelle explained.

I should be paying attention.

"Oh yeah,"

"What's a big city like New York like?" Maia asks me.

"Well, its busy and apartments are small but the clubs are awesome though."

I shove another mouthful of spaghetti in my mouth while Isabelle talks to the group of people at the table. I watch the boy with the golden hair. The way he grins, the way he sits there like there's no care in the world.

Isabelle and I walk to the girls dorm together in silence. The look up at all the paintings that hang on the wall. So finely detailed and beautiful. "Former students that did art class painted those. The best ones are always hung up in this side of the building." Isabelle says. "I wish I could paint or draw,"

"I sketch every now and again," I say.

"You must show me some of your work then," Isabelle smiles. "If that's okay of course."

I shrug. "Maybe."

Okay hope you like the first chapter! Will update as soon as I can!