A/N: It feels so good to be writing again! I've missed it so much. The main reason for this new update is the fact that I am off today. The other reason is because of a message I got last week. Every single review/follow/favorite/pm gives me another reason to write, but one in particular made me really sit down and think about what I wanted to do; and then to actually go ahead and do it. This has been my first day off in a while and I woke up at 6:00 AM so that I could start writing right away. Thanks for sticking with me so without further complications…I give you the rewrite of "Remember Me" …enjoy!

As Clarissa Fray walked through the halls of her high school, she got the strange feeling that everyone was looking at her. Thinking this was insane because she was by no means popular, she just continued on walking to her class. Her worst fears came to life when she realized they were, in fact, staring at her.

"What? What do you want?" she called towards groups of people now forming to look at and laugh at her. There was no answer.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" Clary started screaming. "WHA-"

"Clary, dear! It's time to get up! Don't want to be late to your first day as a sophomore, do you?!"

Still semi-hyperventilating from her dream, she replied with, "I was just getting up, Mom!"

Maybe it was how fast she responded, or maybe her mother could hear the strain in her voice; nevertheless, Clary soon found Jocelyn Fray standing in her room.

Jocelyn made a beeline for the bed as she saw her daughter struggling to catch her breath. Concern flooded her eyes as she sat next to Clary.

"Oh, Clare-Bear. Are the dreams happening again?"

"No, Mom. It was just a one-time thing. Nerves about starting school again." Clary gave a small smile to try and convince her mother.

"Are you sure you don't want to call your doctor?" Jocelyn asked this question with such tender care that Clary felt awful for worrying her.

"I'm fine. Really. And I'm already on the schedule for after school. A little anxiety can wait a few hours."

Clary knew that her mother wanted to say more by the clenching and unclenching of her jaw, but not a word was spoken out loud. Thankful that her mother would just leave it at that, Clary finally got out of bed and into the shower.

In all her 15 years of living, she had been trapped in this "one Starbuck's town" and there was absolutely nothing that she hated more. As soon as Clary graduated, she hoped to move far, far away. Yes, she would miss her mother…but wasn't that what cell phones were for? Clary just knew that if she could travel and see the world, her own problems and struggles would instantly seem less important.

After her shower, Clary walked into the kitchen to make breakfast. Well, more like pour. Yep. Cereal was the way to go. Being the youngest with two older brothers taught her to eat quickly and without much preference. This would be the first year of being alone with only her mom in the house with her. The twins, Jonathan and Sebastian, were starting their first year at university and wouldn't be coming home for a while.

Looking at the clock, Clary noticed that it was already 7:45. That horrible dream caused her to oversleep! She quickly put her dishes into the sink to wash when she got home and rushed to her bathroom. Quickly taking her daily medicine, she realized her morning ritual was simple, but she would have to cut some things in order to make it to school for 8:15. Her hair routine was the one thing that could not be changed because it took the longest. In the mirror, all she saw was fire-red hair and emerald-green eyes staring back at her. Drying it would take forever, but it's what she had to do if she wanted her wild, thick hair to resemble something that didn't look terrible.

After that was done, Clary saw she had 15 minutes to get to school. Returning to her room, she quickly made her bed, also known as just throwing the comforter over everything, and entered her large closet. Clary immediately walked to the shelf that held her jeans and band t-shirts. Pulling on the first ones she found, Clary realized the shirt was of her favorite band at the time, and that the jeans were black skinnies with holes and rips in the knees.

Sadly, Clary needed a ladder to reach her plain black Chuck Taylor's that were inconveniently placed in the top of her closet. Luckily, however, she had planned for this and climbed her 5'3" body up the stepstool that was in the corner of her closet.

Soon, after she secured and then laced up her high-tops, Clary journeyed back into the bathroom. Once in there, she applied a light dusting of blush and a small but bold line of eyeliner to make her already-vibrant eyes on her pale and blemish-free face stand out even more. A few swipes of mascara completed her messy, overslept, just-got-out-of-bed look.

Clary grabbed her phone that was previously charging and checked the time.

"Mom! I gotta go! Love you!" Clary shouted.

"Clary! You only have 5 minutes! Do you need me to drive you?"

"No thanks! The school is only a few blocks away. I can make it."

"Okay, Honey! Good luck! Love you!"

On her way to school, Clary put in her headphones and turned on her Fall Out Boy playlist. "Centuries" starts to play and she can't help but walk a little faster to the beat.

She gets lost in the music but flinches when she hears a loud horn aimed at her. Momentarily pausing in the middle of the crosswalk, she finally realizes that the car almost hit her. Checking the crosswalk light to make sure that she was not in the wrong, Clary forgot about her aversion to confrontation and flipped off the driver before continuing on her way to school.

Clary froze as she entered the wide doors of Alicante High School, feeling some of the leftover fear and apprehension from her dream.

"Just remember to breathe, Clary."

She took a deep breath and concentrated on trying to lower her heart rate. Once everything was in the normal range again, Clary held her head high and continued. The closing words of the song echoed in her mind as she walked into her sophomore year.

We'll go down in history

Remember me for centuries

Clary Fray had no clue how those simple words would dictate the rest of her year.