Hi guys, so Im new and I never really wrote fanfics before so I hope that you like this story

Today was my first day at the New York institute. To say I was nervous is probably an understandment. But let me explain you my life first. My name is Clary Morgenstern. Actually Clarissa, but if somebody calls me that, they will have their teeth knocked out. Anyways, I always lived in the Vatican Institute, but my family is actually from New York. My Mom and Dad brought me there because they always thought New York is ''too dangerous'' for me. But as I grew older and became the best shadowhunter in the whole institute, I wanted to get back to New York. It got lonely at the Vatican you know? They're really religious there, and sure, we may believe in Angels, but our main cause is to protect Mundanes from Demons and all evil, not to pray to God all day.

Needless to say, I didnt fit in there and I didnt want to. But New York has always been my dream home. My mom used to tell me stories about her growing up here and I want that too for me too. As for my dad, the great ''Valentine Morgenstern'', he's not around that often. He always portals in once a month for one to three hours to talk to me and to mom. But it's okay, he's doing an important job. He runs an organization called ''The circle''. They do a lot of stuff like protect Downworlders from the clave, or help new turned Vampires or Warewolves to control themselves. But their most important task is to finally find The Mortal Cup. Ever since the uprising, it's been gone and nobody know where to search for it. The Mortal Cup is one of the three Mortal Instruments that Raziel gave the first Shadowhunter. Its basically a big glowing cup which can control Demons and turn Mundanes into Shadowhunters if they're strong enough. If not, they die or turn into Forsaken. So I basically spend all my life with my mom. But thats okay, I know my dad loves me, he is just a busy man.

And finally I was here, standing infront of the institute door, with my three suitcases on my side. I couldnt wait to start my first mission and meet people who are actualy the same age as me, and don't talk about God all the time. The only person I truly will miss is Sebastian. He was my best friend ín the institue and the only person who understood me. My mom never liked him but oh well, what can you do. At least I have one friend here. Well, kind of friend. I only knew him from Instagram, but I was going to meet up with him as soon as I got settled. He's a smart looking guy named Simon Lewis and for what I got out of our many hours chatting, he loves the same stuff as me. The only problem is that he is a Mundane. But it was okay, I still liked him.

As I walked in, probably smiling like an Idiot since I was so excited, I couldn't help but stare in awe. This institute was huge! With big screens and a lot of people running around and working on stuff. It was so different to what I was used to. I walked up to one lady behind a glass desk, still smiling dumbly.

''Hi I'm Clarissa Morgenstern, it's my first day'' She looked up at me from her computer screen and smiled with probably the most fake smile I've ever seen. ''I can tell'' She gave me a room key and and turned back to her computer. My smile instantly dropped ''Okay then'' I said. Was everybody in New York this bitchy? I sure hope not. I walked away and looked around the main hall. How the hell am I supposed to find my room?

''A little lost?'' Said a voice behind me. I turned around seeing a black haired girl, well more like woman because this clothes were not apropriate for a girl, smiling at me. She had beautifull, slightly curly hair, I could only dream off, red lipstick and her Body looked like she had 10 boys staring after her.

''A little'' I chuckled

''I can help, my name is Isabelle Lightwood, but please, call me Izzy.'' She smiled, and her smile was actually friendly. ''Clary, I'm from the Vatican institute'' I gave her my room number ''Can you help? I never lived anywhere this big before'' She giggled ''Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Looks like we're neighbours Clary'' she started walking up the stairs and I tried to follow her with my three suitcases. That didn't work very well since I only have two hands. She saw me and stopped. ''Oh you poor girl. Let me help you.'' I was relieved, but just as I thought she would take one of them she called out to a guy

''JACE!''

The blonde guy turned around and I couldnt help but stare. He had beautifull blonde hair, strong jawline and looked like he should be on a cover of some kind of a male munde magazine. I shook my head and stopped staring as he walked up to us.

''Yes my dear sister? Who is this?'' He looked me up and down and I shivered under his gaze. Damn, even his voice was hot.

''Thats Clary, she's new at the institute, would you mind help her?'' She pointed at my suitcases.

''Well Clary, nice to meet ya, I'm Jace Wayland'' he smiled and hold out his hand. I shook it and looked into his eyes, realizing that one of his blue eyes was half brown.

''The pleasure is on my side'' I smiled and he smirked, looking into my eyes. Then he glanced at izzy ''Can't you help her?'' Izzy looked at her nails ''I am a lady jace, now come on'' She walked upstairs.

Jace took two of my suitcases and we walked after her. ''I'm sorry about my sister, she can be a pain in the ass sometimes.''

''Izzy's your sister?'' I smiled on the inside.

''Well we're actually not really related but we are like siblings'' Jace answered. ''Why, you worried I have a girlfriend?'' He smirked.

Of course, he knew exactly how hot he was. He was one of this playboys I heard my mom talk so much about. Great, and I had hope he wouldn't have an ego as big as USA.

''Oh Jace, shut your flirting, I'm actually starting to like her. I don't want you to screw with her.'' Izzy butted in as she opened a door with my keys. ''Welcome to your room''

I walked inside and looked around. The room wasnt bad...it was just so...empty. And not because it had no furniture. Because It was so big and grey and white and clean. I, as an artist, would never survive in a room like this.

''Can I like...change the room a little? Bring some color into it?''

''Sure'' Izzy answered. ''Feel at home, where is your mom staying?'' she asked.

''Oh don't worry about my mom, she has an apartment so she will stay here since shes not going on any missions or anything.''

Jace set my suitcases on the bed and sat on it. ''So you're from the vatican huh?'' he asked.

''Well originally I'm from New York but yes, I grew up in Vatican.'' I suddenly had to think of my old room, full of pictures and color.

Jace smirked ''I hope you're not as holy as they are because when Izzy gets out, this bed will-

''OKAY Jace time out'' Izzy interrupted him and shoved him out of the door. I couldn't help but laugh.

Izzy turned around. ''Unpack and get some rest, If you need help just knock on the door across yours. Otherwise I'll see you tomorrow.'' I smiled ''Yes. Thank you, I will knock'' She smiled too and walked out, shutting the door behind her.

I started unpacking and was done after two hours. I got ready for bed and lied down thinking. Izzy seemed nice enough and Jace... well... He was a player, that much I could see. But there was something about him. I thought I saw a glow in his eye when he looked at me. I shook my head. I must've imagined it. And besides, I didn't come here for boys. I wanted to be the best. To fight like no one else. And I will, no boy will stop me.

After thinking for a little bit I turned my light off and went to sleep, dreaming about my new life here and how I would be the best shadowhunter here too. I dreamed of Sebastian missing him, Jace and his flirty smirk and izzy and me, fighting shax demons together.

So that was the prologue! I know, I don't like Clary as a Morgenstern either but it will change...maybe...Anyways, feel free to review and I'll see ya in the next chapter