Hello fellow Mortal Instruments lovers! This is my first fanfiction so please don't be to harsh!

The following characters ages are as followed:

Magnus- 20

Alec- 19

Jace-18

Jonathan-18

Clary- 17 almost 18

Simon- 17

Isabelle- 17

Disclaimer: I wish that I was Cassie Clare, but no dice

If ya'll have any questions about the dance 'slang' just ask me! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The glass flys over my body and cuts me everywhere. I'm so in shock that I don't even really feel the cuts. All I can think is how stupid I am. How could I have been so stupid! I get flung against the passenger window and hear more then feel my head crack against the roll bar of my moms car.

Oh God. My mom.

I try to look over at her, to see if shes alright. But as soon as I try to turn my head I get a burning sensation at the base of my spine that feels like someone lit me on fire. Im pretty sure the car has flipped over at least twice.

Its like the sound of shattering glass is so loud that im sure my eardrums are going to burst, but at the same time its like its just an annoying ring. With one last hard toss, I finally come to a hard stop. My body jerks to the right. I rip my head towards my mom.

The pain is almost blinding. What I see makes me want to scream, or maybe I did scream. Who knows…. I was in shock. My mothers normally vibrant red is so much darker then it usually is and some how I know that that is caused by blood.

Theres so much blood.

I look down and see there's blood covering my white top. For a second I forget where I am and all I can think is 'man, I loved this top'. Theres blood everywhere and im not sure if its mine or if its my moms but all I know is I cant breath. I realize im upside down and suddenly I cant get my hands on my belt buckle fast enough.

I realize a second to late that I shouldn't have unbuckled the seat belt because the angle that im at will just make me fall on my head. I hear sirens right before I black out.

I wake, shaking, with a cold sweat. Its always like this. So vivid. So real. I was so stupid, I should have just not gone to that stupid party. If I wouldn't have then my mom wouldn't be…. She wouldn't be-

Nevermind that's not important. I look over at my alarm clock and see that's its almost time to get up for school. A new school, a new house, and supposedly a new life. My new room is smaller then im used too but I cant complain. Luke, my legal guardian, painted it orange for me. After what happened I didn't feel like I deserved to do art since my mom cant do it either. Painting my room included.

"Clare-bear?", I hear along with a tentive knock. Hes always so on his toes around me now.

"Yeah Luke", I sigh, "Come in".

He peeks his head in and smiles sheepishly. When he enters my room I see the bags under his eyes and the beginnings of his graying hair and I once again notice just how big of an effect that what has happened to my mother has on him. The all to familiar stab of guilt flashes through me.

"Are you sure your ready for school today kiddo?", he asks.

"Yes Luke", I say sofly, "I have already been postponing my independent studies as it is. I need to get back to, at least, a somewhat normal life now that I- um – left the company"

I avoid saying what were both thinking, that my mom is in an indefinite coma, and that's the real reason why I stopped dancing for The Masked Company. The Masked Company is basically an anonymous dance Company that is famous for keeping there dancers identity a secret, and of course our- their- passion for dancing and music.

Our- their – dancing styles range from hip hop to ballet. We – they – put so much emotion into their dancing simply because the audience cant see their faces so they have to show it with there body. Its so hard to adjust my thinking now that I don't consider myself one of them anymore. My mom was in it, so she naturally brought Jonathan and I into it. Ive been in that company since I could walk. She never pressured us into dancing but of course Jonathan and I picked it up quickly. I mean how can you not when you see how much passion your mother puts into dancing.

My mother is the most beautiful dancer, well was the most beautiful dancer. Shes not anymore…. Because of me.

"Hey, don't think like that" Luke says pulling me out of my thoughts as he crosses over to my bed and puts his hand on my shoulder, he must have seen the guilt flash across my face, "You know its not your fault"

"I know", I say giving him a reassuring smile, "I have to get ready for school so…"

"Oh right", he says hastily standing up, "I'll just leave you to it"

I feel bad that I dimissed him so quickly, but I have been reassured so many times that it wasn't my fault. Even though it was.

It's become so awkward between us since my mom was put into a coma. Jonathan wasn't at the company performance or the company after party that put my mom into a coma. So basically the only person the hospital could call was Luke. I still cant forget the look that was on his face when he came sprinting through the hospital doors. Jonathan has been going to a highschool in New York ever since my mom was put in the coma and has been living in the little shed that's behind Lukes house.

We all 'originated' if you will, form New York so we got my mom transferred to a hospital there. I was in the hospital for a while trying to recover from my broken rib, and severe concussion along with my scrapes and bruises. Jonathan and I have been doing independent studies since pre-K. It was just easier that way since we were always traveling. I was already a year ahead of the grade I was in. I'm supposed to be a junior but I'm already studying what seniors are.

I have been out of my independent studies for around six or seven months now. When we moved back to New York, Luke let me skip out on school with everything that has happened. He's just enrolled me in Fallen Angels Highschool for the talented. The only reason I got in is because Luke is the Vice Principle. He retired a couple of years ago from the company and decided that he would make a good Vice Principle, I guess.

My body is on auto pilot as I move around my room getting ready. As I give my self a once over in the mirror, I think to myself that today is going to suck.

The end for now! Let me know what you guys think!

I'm sorry that there wasn't a lot of action, but I just wanted to lay down some background before I actually got into the story.

XOXO