A/N hey guys. This is my first fanfic and I'm nervous that it's not good enough. I really hope you guys like this. Anyway just wanted to clear some stuff. I'm in grade 8 and there's a lot of pressure in school so I wont be giving false promises and say I'll update regularly but I'll try my best to update once every week and if I have time it may be even be twice or thrice a week. I'll really try to update at least every week but if I miss out please don't hate me.

I don't how this story will be but I really hope it's worth your time. Please hang on with me. Just try it out please.

And don't worry I don't write long A/Ns but since this is my first story just thought I should clear out some stuff.

FYI, Jace is not in this chapter but he will appear later in chapter 2 or maybe 3.

Chapter1

I was so tired of all this crap. Why couldn't they just stop – stop all this fighting and arguing and yelling. I was so mad at them but I think more than mad, I was scared.

It had been going on for weeks. Whenever my parents were both in the house an argument was bound to start within a few minutes. They had never been like this before. Yes, we hadn't been the perfect family – there had been small, quarrels and disputes but never so serious, never for so long.

My mom, Jocelyn was a renowned artist and my dad, Valentine was the head of a very big business firm. They had met in high school… and fell in love? No. They used to be arch-enemies.

My mom was a cheerleader, homecoming queen, prom queen. Every other boy wanted to date her and every girl was insanely jealous of her. My mom was in one word – gorgeous. She was tall (around 6 feet), fair and red hair that fell in curls on her shoulder.

My dad was well pretty much the same. Star football quarterback, homecoming king and the most famous guy in school. Blonde hair which seemed to attract girl like honey attracts flies. Now you'd think my dad was a player but no thank god he wasn't. Yes he had dated a few times but he had still been a virgin when he got married (trust me, this isn't something I wanted to know but well my mom's best friend, Charlotte likes to blabber a lot).

Now as I said they both pretty much hated each other. Well according to Charlotte (yes, I call her by her name but only because she asked me to) they both were secretly crushing on each other but were too proud to admit it. I never got to know the reason why they pretended to hate each other but the rumour goes, that my dad had gotten my mom into detention and my mom in turn got so mad that she tripped my dad during lunch break. So how did they get together? On homecoming there was a ritual that the homecoming queen and king had to dance together and after the dance my dad finally got over his pride and asked her out. My mom was, needless to say surprised but she agreed. And so started their love story and they got married two years after coming out of university and one year later my brother came along, who was one year older than me.

My parents both came from very rich families and add with that their successful careers and you can probably imagine how rich we are. Everybody knew my parents. Our house was huge – you might as well call it a mansion sort of. It was 3-storey high with a basement and a huge garage. The first floor a gathering room with a fireplace, a huge TV, chandelier, decorative celings and had paintings (drawn by my mom) hanging on the wall, there was a formal dining room, laundry room, a kitchen with an attached breakfast room, and an atrium. There was also a patio at the back. The bedrooms on the second floor include a grand master suite for my parents, two family rooms, two guest rooms and two deluxe rooms for Jon and me. All the rooms had walk-in closets, attached bathrooms and also balconies. The third floor had a private bath, a spa, indoor swimming pool, a game room, a library, a music room, a greenhouse, exercise room, home theatre, my mom's art room and my dad's study. The top floor had a skylight and on the third floor my room was the only room with a skylight. The house had French doors and bay windows on the second and third floor while the first floor had French windows. There was a screened and a huge courtyard at the front. There was a sports court, an outdoor party space and at the back of the house there was an outdoor swimming pool with a small bar and a cabana. My parents both had Mercedes – both black. My brother, Jonathon had a red Ferrari while my one was a silver Porsche.

We have always been a happy family. Jon and I were really close, albeit very different. Jon took after my dad. He had blonde hair, toned-muscles and a six-pack. He was star quarterback and really social. But unlike my dad, Jon was a player. He didn't cheat on girls, thank-god as if having a player for a brother wasn't embarrassing enough but had lost his virginity when he turned 16. He loved going to parties and hanging out with his friends. I on the other hand was completely opposite. I had gotten my mother's good looks but somehow I ended up being short – 5 feet. I didn't like parties and was most definitely not social. I had three really close friends – Isabelle and Simon and Maia. Simon and Maia had started dating few months back. I never dated and so still hadn't had my first kiss not that I was ashamed of that. I loved to draw and though I was not as good as my mom I was pretty good if I said so myself. I also love to sing and had recently learnt to play the violin. Jon and I were pretty close with our parents.

I always shared everything with them and so did Jon. It was only since the last couple of weeks that this fighting had started.

At first Jon and I thought it was just the normal bickering and we ignored it. But when a week went by and they still hadn't stopped was when I started to get scared. Jon knew this and so tried to keep me distracted most of the time. It was around midnight and they were still at it. I went out of my room and knocked on Jon's door. I knew he wasn't sleeping either – how much might he try to hide it, I knew this was bothering him just as much as it was bothering me. He opened the door after 2 seconds.

"Clary! You should be sleeping. You know school starts tomorrow. What are you doing here?" Jon said, once he saw me.

"Jon, can I come in. I can't sleep."

"You know you don't have to ask. Come on in, baby sis." I walked in. His room was like mine. Beige wallpaper, small bookshelf, study table, a couch, walk-in closet, fireplace, nightstand and a bedside table. It was very much like mine except for the mess! The clothes were always thrown across the floor, books and papers and magazines scattered across the table. But today the room was neat and after I scanned the room at least three times not a single mess could be seen. If it weren't for the revolving water bed and the absence of the skylight and a dressing room I would have thought this was my room. I stared at my brother in sheer disbelief. Never in his life had he ever cleaned his room. Once when mom had gotten livid about his messy room and threathened Jon that he would be grounded for a whole two months if he didn't clean his room. Jon stuffed all the clothes and books under the bed. When he came out and said he was done cleaning, I was surprised because it hadn't even been 5 minutes. I went up and found out what he had actually done. I felt sad for him and so I had cleaned his room for him – something mom never found out. Now, seeing that he had cleaned the room I was left speechless.

"Jon, are you running a temperature?" I went over and put my hand on his forehead.

"No, Clary. Why would I be running a temperature." Jon asked, confused.

"Are you sure you're fine. Do you want me to call Dr. Hodge?" Dr. Hodge was our personal doctor who was assigned right after mom got married.

"Clare-bear I'm absolutely fine. What's wrong"

"What's wrong? What's wrong is that your room is all cleaned and tidy. Care to explain."

"Oh that. Thank god. You had me worried for a second that you had officially gone mad." Jon said in a teasing tone.

"Oh, shut it. Now would you mind telling what brought about this miraculous change"

Jon's expression suddenly changed. "I… I couldn't sleep." He said in an impassive voice. I understood all too well. I went over and hugged him from behind and I don't how but I was suddenly crying into his shirt. Jon immediately turned around and cupped my face. "Clare-bear what's wrong?" He asked, his expression softening.

"You know what's wrong. I'm scared Jon. What's gonna happen" I asked, my voice breaking.

Jon looked at me for a second and then took me into his arms. His voice was muffled by my hair but I still heard his answer. "I wish I knew, Clary, I wish I knew."

"Can I sleep here today. I can't sle– "

"You know you don't have to ask" Jon cut me off. "Come on!"

We went over to the bed and lay down. You could still hear my parent's voices drifting from the oter side of the floor. After a while though I somehow drifted off to sleep, scared about what was going to happen.

A/N hope you like it. Reviews please! I really want to know what you think and if I should continue. And suggestions and constructive criticism are always welcome. :)