So, this is my new story. I watched Another Cinderella Story the other day, and got some inspiration from it, but it won't be the exact same. Only loosely based on it. So, sit back, get into a Clace-y mood, and read on.

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Clary POV

Why did my mother have to die?

Why does the rest of my family hate me so?

Why did I have to live with Valentine, Jonathan, and Sebastian? Izzy and Simon's families both said they would take me, since I actually knew them.

Why do my father and brothers treat me as their slave?

Why am I such a nobody at St. Xavier's? People who I have gone to school with since kindergarten have asked me if I was new.

I sit in my new room at my dad's house asking myself these questions just as I have every day since I found out I had to live with my father. My room, might I add, is hardly connected to the house. I have a door that goes straight to my room from outside. I can't say I don't like this, because frankly, it's quite nice. My brothers can't get into my room, and my father only bothers with knowing about my existence if he 'really needs' me.

Like now, when he is practically pounding down my door.

"Clary! Get your ass out here and cook dinner! Jon and Seb are back from football practice and they are hungry!" Valentine shouts.

"Coming, sir." I say meekly. See, my 'dad' only wants me to call him sir, or Mr. Morgenstern because to him, all I am is a slave, or maid as he says.

I jump off my bed, and scurry towards the door that connects my room to the rest of the house.

"It took you long enough. Now, asks the boys what they want and get cooking. I want dinner done within the hour." He snarls, pushing me in the general direction of the kitchen.

"Finally." Sebastian growls. "We have been home for over 15 minutes. We told you to have dinner done, or cooking, by the time we got home."

"I am so sorry I had homework I had to do. You do still want me to have top grades, right?" My voice is dripping in sarcasm.

"Of course, Red. Now start dinner. I'm in the mood for... something Italian. You choose." Stupid nickname.

"Is that okay for you, too, Jonathan? I can always make something else along with it." Jonathan had always been the nicest out of them. He was still no angel though. He still just considered me his maid, but took into account sometimes that I was his sister.

"Something Italian does sound fantastic. Maybe, like a pizza with a side salad." He smiles and smile that hardly seems venomous.

Is he actually trying to take it easy on me?! If anybody here would, it would be Jon.

"That sounds great. Make that." Sebastian says forcefully.

So, that's what I make.

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I wake up the next morning with a smile on my face. Today was my 'day-off.' The day didn't have to cook, clean, or do anything for the Morgenstern men.

Hallelujah.

I get out of bed, and go straight to my bathroom, take a quick shower, then brush my mane, er, hair out. After that, I apply a little make-up. Mascara, eye liner, and lipgloss.

"Now I just have to find a decent outfit that Izzy will approve of.." I mumble to myself. Izzy had told me that if I my outfit didn't meet her standards one more time, she would come over to my house each morning, and 'make me over.' I shudder at the thought.

Isabelle Lightwood. She is my best friend, and I love her. But, she is a fashion guru, and her makeovers are torture for someone who isn't into all of that stuff.

Also known as Clary Fray.

Me.

I end up decide on a pair of slightly ripped skinny jeans, and a flowing black shirt with a purple infinity sign, that shows a slit of my toned stomach. For shoes, I grab my purple/blue shimmer Vans. (A/N- I have these Vans, and they are amazing! They change from purple to blue depending what angle you look at them at! Okay, I'm done.)

After examining myself in my full length mirror, I nod. Izzy would approve.

Since I still have a half hour before Izzy and Simon, our other best friend, pick me up, I decide to turn on the TV.

"We have some pretty juicy information for you teens in Brooklyn!" The female news anchor says. "A certain teen super star just may be going to your school!" Whoa, this is news. Famous person going to school in Brooklyn instead of Manhattan? Yeah, right. "Now, you may not believe it, but it's true. He said so in a recent interview. The teen singer and heartthrob, Jace Herondale, is going to be going to St. Xavier's in Brooklyn. Even better, he is starting today."

I swear I almost pass out right there. I look over at my poster of the renowned player, surround in hearts drawn by me, and lipstick smeared over it. Great, I think to myself. My celebrity crush is now going to my school.

Then I hear the honk of Simon's car, and I reluctantly grab my messenger bag, and head out my door.

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So yeah, there is the first chapter. Sorry it is a little short, the rest of the chapters are longer! Please review and tell what you think! Constructive criticism is great, as long as it is actually constructive. Should I continue this story? Thanks!

~TessaGraceHerondale

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