Title: The Gods love me, they love me not.

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Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own any of these characters. I cri evri time.

Chapter 1: It all began when…

I looked around. Everything was the same: The position of the filthy plastic chairs and tables, the so-called cooks, and the students of St. Idris High. I played with what was meant to be lunch. My 'mash-potato' looked dried poop. I glanced at the people around me. How could they eat this 'food'? And there were a few who looked like they actually enjoyed it, rising up to grab a second helping. What was wrong with them? My best friend Simon was one of these people.

"Hey where are you going?" I asked when he stood up, his chair scraping against the dirty tiled floor.

"To get another taste of heaven."

"What?" I said in confusion. I looked around, expecting to see angels or something. Simon rolled his eyes and gestured towards his empty plate.

"I'm going to get more mash-potato. It's simply to die for."

I looked at him like he was a lunatic.

"What's wrong with you? It tastes like it came out of the sewer! And just look at the shape and colour it's absolutely disgusting!"

Simon shook his head in mock disappoint and sighed.

"Clary, Clary, Clary. I thought you knew better than to judge a book by its cover. Or in this case, food by its looks." He narrowed his eyes. "Besides, how do you know what anything from a sewer tastes like?"

I sighed. Sometimes he was hopeless.

"If you despise it so much, why don't you give that" he nodded towards my untouched plate of lunch, "to me. It'll save me have to trek all the way across the cafeteria. " he exaggerated the all, pulling out the sound of the l. I pushed my plate towards him, all too happy to oblige as he sat back down, his chair once again making a squeaking noise.

I took out a slightly wrinkled pear from my bag and took a bite, making sure not to bite near the bruise. I had hastily picked a random piece of fruit from the basket before I left for school. I looked at my pear with distaste. It was dry and tasteless. An apple would've been better. Still, it had to be better than what Simon was so eagerly eating. Once Simon finished, I stood up.

"Hey, I need to go to the library. I'm having trouble writing the article for the newsletter so I want to ask Ms. Blackthorn for help. Care to join?"

Simon shrugged. "I have nothing better to do. Sitting here, seeing these people gag over this delicious food" Simon ignored the face that I gave him when he said 'delicious' "makes me want to gag."

I laughed. "Ok Simon, I get it. You like cafeteria food. But a simple yes would've been enough." I picked up my bag and took my now-empty plate to the bin. Simon threw his plate in the bin, eyeing the food that had been thrown away with what looked like disappointment. I heard him mutter "What is wrong with people?" Funny how I thought exactly the same thing for the opposite reason. I was wrong. Simon did not simply like the food. He loved it. And I bet if the cooks weren't 4 times his age and plump, he would totally marry them.

As I walked past the table where Seelie and her group of friends were sitting, I picked up my pace. But just as I was about to past her table, she shrieked "WHAT THE HELL?!"

I looked around, expecting to see her facing one of her friends. But no, she was staring at me. Or glaring. She repeated the phrase but in an even higher pitched voice. I winced and looked at her in confusion. What did I do to her?

I never liked her. She was such a…twelvie. She never left me alone in primary, making my life difficult. But as we entered high school, she seemed to have completely forgotten about me. I guess having a boyfriend, people who worshipped her and being captain of the cheerleading team made her forget trivial things. Like me.

"You ruined it!" She screeched.

"What?" Then I saw it. Her bottle of Maybelline aquamarine-coloured nail-polish had been tipped over, the contents spilling onto the table as well as her clothes. Her beige ruffled top, obviously made of an expensive and high quality material, was splattered with nail polish. Her denim jeans, the Gucci brand name clearly visible on her pocket, also had a few drops of polish on it. Just looking at her clothes, I knew it must have been expensive. Very expensive. Everything that Seelie Queen owned was expensive.

Her parents were both very successful and well-known lawyers, earning millions a year. However, they never really had time for their only child. They spoiled her with clothes, toys and electronics. But they never actually spent time with her. But Seelie never seemed to mind. In fact, she used her parents' constant neglect to her advantage. She threw parties all the time, some that ended with the police interfering. Almost all her parties went till 3 am. I had never been to one. And I wasn't planning on ever attending one.

The nail polish was really visible and I attempted to hide a laugh with a cough. Thank god she wasn't the brightest. My thoughts about the price of her clothes were confirmed when Seelie spoke, or screamed again.

"You ruined my outfit! It cost 400 dollars! And nail polish is not easy to wash off. And now I'm going to have to throw it away!" My eyes bulged at the price. The price of all my clothes in my wardrobe would only add up to 400 dollars. She was crazy.

"It wasn't me Se-" I started but she cut me off, lifting a long slender finger. The whole cafeteria was quiet, now that everyone was watching Seelie go off. She seemed to enjoy the attention.

"I really liked this outfit" she whined. Then her expression hardened and she narrowed her eyes.

"I hate you. You ruined my outfit! You will pay for this. I promise you."She turned around and continued her conversation with her followers, acting as if our exchange had never occurred. I stood behind her, baffled as the people in the cafeteria turned back to their own business. I looked back at Simon, forgetting that he was even there. He looked quite amused. Together we walked out of the cafeteria, towards the library thinking about Seelie the whole time. I shrugged it off Seelie's threat. She would probably forget about the whole incident in a day or so. She would most likely just buy another outfit to replace it.

But oh, how wrong I was.

Well, that was the first chapter. Please tell me what you think about it. If I get a few reviews, I will update. The more reviews, the faster I update.

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