I'm going away from the story line, and creating a new one. Valentine is in hiding, the Lightwoods are in Idris being held on suspicion of helping him, and Jocelyn is still in her coma. Jace and Clary were never broken up by Valentine. Luke is working with the Clave to find Valentine and the cup. It's going to be about two years from the original Valentine fight. I've only read the first book but this idea came to me so please bear with me as I read them all. Also, everyone's the same age. PS I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT JACE'S LAST NAME IS IT'S TOO CONFUSING. I picked Herondale as the one in my story. And no Jace history drama just Jace whose dad died when he was little.
As the door to the classroom swung open everyone's eyes took in the five new eleventh graders. A tall brunette wearing a tight t-shirt and skinny jeans walked through the door like she owned the place. Next a guy with gorgeous blonde hair and gold eyes walked in holding hands with a petite red-head. Lastly came in the two guys one had magnificent blue eyes and close cropped brown hair he was walking hand in hand with an asian guy with strange clothing. It wasn't their looks or their coupling that made people stare though, it was the tattoos and the scars. The red-headed girl had several pale scars running down her cheek and small white lines all over her arms. On one arm she had a weird tattoo, as did everyone else in the group. The teacher too had to stare in surprise she thought, "What happened to these poor children." She shook herself out of her state of shock, and cleared her throat nervously, "Y-you are the new kids," she said failing miserably to sound collected. The blonde one, leaning up against the teachers desk, said, "By the angel! How did you know!" The little redheaded one smacked him on the shoulder he turned and looked at her, she just shook her head no. Isabelle, noticing things going badly, said quickly, "Yes, Mrs…?" The teacher was shocked at the way the blonde boy disrespected her, but appreciated the brunette's attitude saying, "Abernathy, Ms. Abernathy, and you all?" Isabelle once again spoke up before the blonde could be snarky, "I'm Isabelle Lightwood. The one with blue eyes is my brother Alec. His boyfriend is Magnus Bane. An-," Isabelle was interrupted by the rude one, "I'm Jace and this is my girlfriend, Clary Fray." The teacher directed them to seats in the back. And started class, "Today we will be discussing what happened in America during World War II." "Who can tell me who was president at the time." When no one raised their hand the teacher sighed, "O-," Jace interrupted her saying, "Franklin Roosevelt." She saw the red head lean over and whisper something to him, making him roll his eyes. "Clary, care to share with the class?" She blushed deep red, "I was telling him he needs to raise his hand to speak during a lecture." "And why Miss. Fray doesn't he know that." Jace looked over biting back a snarky reply about all the things the teacher didn't know letting Clary say, "The Lightwoods, Magnus, and Jace were all home schooled until umm.." Jace looked over at Clary sadly, " Her mom's in a coma, my dads dead, nobody knows who Magnus' parents even are, and Mr. and Mrs. lightwood have been...detained," He said that last word in a growl shocking everyone at the feral noise the boy made. Nobody spoke a word everyone looking at the new kids wondering what sort of lives these tattooed, scarred, parentless teenagers lived before this. The class by this time all started talking to each other. Ms. Abernathy seemed to surprised to say anything. Clary looked really upset and Jace leaned over saying loud enough for everyone to hear, "Clary, love, don't bother with these mundanes. Clearly we are too interesting to bear." The class stared in confusion at the boys words wondering what exactly mundanes are. Ms. Abernathy sighed, "Jace go to the office." Jace looked confused, "What office and why." "The principals office young man, you are disrupting class." He looked over at Clary she said, "That means your in trouble Jace. I warned about being less snarky, not every adult is like Hodge." That name made him growl again, saying harshly, "Say that name again Clary." She looked at him as though this didn't faze her saying, "HODGE let you get away with God knows what since you were ten, Jace Herondale, now he and everyone else is gone so just deal with it." Tears streamed down her face, and the boy said to her, "Look at what he let Hugo do to you, and the Cup, Clary he stole it from you." At this point Isabelle said, "Guys, seriously, work this out at home. We don't need people knowing about us or our past, asking questions." Magnus sighed, "I hate this place already."