Hi guys! So this is my first fanfic, and I already have mostly the entire main plot all planned out. It's probably a boring introduction chapter, but I have a lot of drama planned for this story so it won't be boring! Also I've read a lot of mortal instruments fanfiction and it's by far my favorite series ever! I'll be working on this story a lot, and I hope you enjoy it!

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Disclaimer: All the characters in this fanfiction belong to Cassandra Clare the super talented author of The Mortal Instruments; none of the characters except some background characters are mine.

A Cinderella Story: All for You

"Clary, did you hear about the fight in the lunch room today? They suspended Jack Erniway!", said a nerdy-looking boy. The girl next to him rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Yes Simon, I heard about it. It was all everyone talked about in pre calc today. It's literally the only interesting that has happened since last year, when Mr. Carstairs let his cat loose on a student", laughed Clarissa Fray. She went by Clary with her friends, even though she didn't have many of those. Clary Fray was very quiet. She kept to herself and tried not to draw much attention. Her fiery red hair and tiny size didn't help with being invisible, but she still tried to disappear sometimes. "Speaking of, have you heard back from Duke or UNC? It's about time they sent you your acceptance letter!", she said excitedly to her best friend.

The boy nervously chewed his lip. "Uh, no I haven't heard anything yet. I'm sure it's either lost in the mail or on its way," he said with a smile. Simon Lewis was her best friend for as long as she could remember. They were inseparable, and she really relied on him. He was loyal as a lap dog and they often spent weekends at the bookstore reading manga or in record stores building their collection of vinyl.

"Definitely. I can't wait for you to get in. You're the smartest person I know, Lewis!". This was true; Simon was exceptionally smart, and often had to help Clary with her grades.

She wasn't a logical thinker. She was all creative. She had a natural talent for drawing and painting, which was most likely handed down form her mother Jocelyn, who painted for a living. That job was how they paid rent for their small apartment outside of Brooklyn. They didn't have much; Clary certainly didn't fit in with the rich kids who drove Mercedes and carried around Louis Vuitton bags. But Clary didn't really care. Her mom and her had been through a lot together, that she was just grateful for what she had. She was down to earth to say the least.

However, being down-to earth wasn't a quality that most kids in high school cared about. She was never included in parties. In fact, she had only been to one in her junior year, which was a birthday party for someone in her art class. She discovered that spending her Friday nights with people who got blackout drunk, and couldn't keep their clothes on was not what she wanted to do. Lucky for her, her loyal best friend Simon never cancelled on her, so she never went to the bookstore or record store alone.

"Thanks, Fray. Alright, I got to get to lab, I have an important presentation due at the end of this week."

"Simon, it's Monday. You have plenty of time. You know, you really should try out procrastination. I didn't choose the procrastination life, it chose me." Simon laughed.

"Fray, you're a real bad influence." Clary rolled her eyes and dramatically said,

"So terrible." They both laughed and parted ways in the hall way.

On the way to her next class, Clary went to the bathroom. As she was in the stall, she heard some girls outside by the sinks talking. She recognized them because they were both seniors like her, however she wasn't really friendly with them and she doubted they knew her name.

"No way. This is Meadington Academy. We've been here three years and nothing ever happens. There was already that fight today, I don't believe this is happening, too." said one girl. Clary wondered what she was talking about.

"I'm telling you", said the other girl, "it's true. Aline Penhallow herself confirmed it. You know she knows everything." Aline Penhallow was one of the school's it-girls. Typical bimbo. She was rich and easy. She had been with at least all of the popular guys more than once.

"I just can't believe that Jace Herondale is transferring to our school tomorrow. Why is he leaving Idris, to come to this shitty little school? I thought he had princely duties." Clary immediately was shocked. Jace Herondale was coming to her school? Jace Herondale was the prince of Idris. He was in line to become the next King. And if his high political status and fame wasn't enough, he was gorgeous. Everyone knew who he was even though he wasn't from America. He was on so many talk shows and all over social media, it was almost impossible not to know him. Clary thought this was interesting, but she didn't really care. As long as it didn't affect her school and art work, she didn't care. She was already so close to getting a scholarship to NYU, she didn't want anything to mess it up. In fact, she thought this was a good thing. It would distract most of the girls in school and give them something to drool about instead of poke fun at her red hair and freckles.

She opened the stall door, and the girls immediately stopped talking. They both gave her a dirty look, and walked out. Clary walked over to the sink and washed her hands. She looked up into the mirror, and just stared at herself. She didn't look like the other girls. She didn't wear makeup, other than coverup, mascara and lipgloss. The cover up didn't fix all of her freckles. The mascara did little for her eyes; they were bright green, but she thought they looked like little kids' eyes. In fact, she thought she looked like a little kid. She didn't have big boobs, or a big butt. She didn't have curves; she was just pretty thin. She was so short, just barely five-feet tall. And her hair was a bright red curly mess. She was always a little angry that she couldn't look like her mom. Jocelyn was tall, thin, and curvy. Her mom had long wavy reddish brown hair, and her mom was beautiful. Clary was not.

She splashed water on her face and went to class. The rest of the day, all people were talking about was Jace Herondale. She wondered what his personality would be like. He seemed like a charmer on TV, and he seemed friendly enough. She would never try to talk to him, of course not. She just wondered if he was any different than the rest of the guys in her school. She was also secretly anticipating his arrival more than she let on. She was interested in seeing how his presence changed things at her school. However it changed things, she knew it would be interesting.