A/N: This is my first proper fanfic and hope that all of you reading like it. Btw I'm from New Zealand therefore I spell things like favourite and colour with a "u" and Center= Centre etc. So bear with me I probably will use American English (i.e sayings like gas instead of petrol and stuff like that)

I don't own any of Cassandra Clare's characters (although I wished I did) but if there's any other/ new characters they are mine~

Everything I do is wrong, nothing is right, but if my mom wants to live in the fake world that her "perfect" daughter had created for her, FINE! But I don't want any part of it.

Late July 2012, Summer Holidays- New York City. (Alec's POV)

I'm lying in bed with nothing to do and staring at the ceiling before my mother burst into my room.

"What is the meaning of this?" she exclaimed.
I stared at her confused, "excuse me?"
I love my mom but ever since Darcy turned 10 mom changed. Now a day I barely recognize her, Darcy is playing my mom at the tips of her finger.
"What do you mean 'excuse me'? You sneak out last night, I heard you!"
"Mom, what are you talking about? I was at home the whole night!" I said as I caught Darcy smirking at the door.
"Your sister saw you" mom replied as if her word meant the truth. "Whatever your reason is you are grounded for the next month."
"Mom don't you think that's a bit harsh?" Darcy said with that fake innocence.
"Not at all, in fact make that 2 months that will teach you, Alexander, not to sneak out at night."

Could life get any worse?

Same time- Brooklyn, NYC (Magnus' POV)

Being rich may be the best thing if you earned it wouldn't you agree? But clearly that is not the case with me; my parents are the richest people you will ever meet. That makes being their only son very hard, so many people are jealous of the money I grow up with, so many gold-diggers. *sigh* I can't even go to school without being surrounded by people interested for the cash.

Knock knock knock "Sir?" a female voice I did not recognise asked wearily, she must be new.
I groaned it's not even ten yet, "yes?"
"Your father wants to see you," she replied.
"Gimme fifteen minutes."

Exactly fifteen minutes later I was decreasing down the grand stairs of my house and headed towards the kitchen, where I knew my father would be.
"Magnus, sit," that was my dad's way of saying good morning. My dad was extremely good looking… well for his age at least, I get my tall, lean and extremely odd eyes from him.
"Good morning to you too," I mumbled as a maid put my breakfast in front of me, her hands were shaking, her long dark brown hair tied up neatly into a ponytail. I don't recognize her; she must the new one who came knocking on my door.
"You'll be starting high school this semester," yeah this is my father, Mr. Straight to the point.
"Dad," I said with a roll of my eyes, "don't you remember the last time I was in school?"
"I do, that is why you are going to go to school under the name Adrian Evercott and by the way, Isabel!" dad called.

The girl who was serving me earlier came in. Now that I take a good look at her, she is probably only sixteen but for a sixteen year old girl, she is pretty filled up. If she was wearing say Prada or Alexander McQueen and not that awful uniform that all the maids wore, she would be one hell of a beauty. Fierce eyes, beautifully shaped face and very tall too, I'm six four and she is just a little bit shorter than me.

"This is Isabel, her father was a very old friend who unfortunately passed away," my father's voice became softer and softer and sorrow filled his eyes. "Nevertheless, your mother and I have taken her in, she is sixteen and will be acting as your younger sister at school."
"Oh?" This is going to be interesting.
"I didn't keep you out of the front pages for nothing; no-one should recognize you."
"Dad, I think you are missing one very important point here though"
"Hmm?" he gave me an inquisitive look. "And what might that be?"
"We look nothing alike," I pointed out.
"I can't believe the infamous Magnus Bane cannot come up a logical lie for this," Isabel spoke up for the first time upon entering this room.

I shot her a look and her eyes bored into mine. Well she is very confident, that's good at least she not afraid to defend herself.
"So what do you propose?" I questioned.
"You're my half-brother, different dads same mom," she replied.
"hmpf" was my brilliant comeback and I got up and started to walk towards the door.
"School starts in two weeks, you two should really get to know each other!" my dad yelled after me.

This is gonna be a long two weeks, but one question is on my mind.

A/N: okay so here's the deal Darcy is the evil sister Alec has instead of the supportive Isabelle. Isabelle is a maid at Magnus' house and how she ended up that way will be revealed in the next chapter. And Magnus is 17 so is Alec.

Reviews are much appreciated~

Kisses Ann