SO! NEW STORY! All characters here do not belong to us, but the wonderful author, Cassandra Clare.

A more detailed summary: Clarissa Morgenstern was an outcast back when she was in Asia. Being around Asians when she was completely white; atheist. Her friends were fake, and yet, they meant a lot to her. Due to her severe eczema which brought her self-esteem to the lowest of levels, her single mother brought Clarissa and her brother, Jonathan to the most quietest and multicultural country she could think of. Canada. Once her school life started up again, her eczema had healed slightly and she was confident that she could actually talk to people and make friends for the first time in years. The first friend she made was a flawless girl, Isabelle Lightwood. Gradually, she made more friends that didn't care about her eczema, but what was on the inside. Jocelyn had forced Clary to take a Drama course through her high school life to boost up her self-esteem. She starts to gradually notice a golden figure, and learnt of his name; Jace Herondale. They began to get to know each other, until her friends warned her that he was a womanizer and toyed with girls, then ditched them in the dirt. Clary didn't listen. The pair of friends fought until he found out that Clary had a 'true' crush on him. He didn't want her to get hurt by him, but nobody he asked for help believed him.

How is Clary going to cope with her emotions? Will her friendships fall apart? Or will they bring her closer to the people she thought she never knew?

Based on a true story. An ongoing life even from this day. Inspired by one of the writers. Surprisingly, all of the characters fit perfectly in her life!

She wanted to cry, but her eyes wouldn't let her. Her body was strong enough to handle the pain. She had gone through this multiple times; it wasn't like she never felt this before.

Clarissa woke up to a dark sky, swallowing up her happy mood; not that it began positively to say the least. She slowly brought up a red stained hand to her face, touching the tender skin for a tear. Dry. Dry like sandpaper, was the entire surface of her skin. It hurt to move, to bend her elbows, to bend her knees, to rotate her head and/or neck; to walk, to speak, to change into different clothes; even to shower.

"Clarissa?" came a voice next to her. An aching pain shot through her whole body as she turned her whole body to face her brother. "It's worse…" said Jonathan. She blinked twice looking into his eyes, then looked away. "I'm getting Mum."

Fear overcame her she desperately held his gaze. She blinked once. No.

"Clarissa, please. We can't go on like this." Jonathan got off his single bed next to hers and walked over to hers. She was resisting the urge to plead, but the skin on her face was rock solid. She could only mumble.

From her bedside table, Jonathan reached for a bottle of cream and lightly, as if his fingers were feathers, smoothed some over her face. The coldness of the white cream made Clary shiver. Only for a few minutes would she be able to talk.

"Don't go to her," Clarissa pleaded. "Please."

"If we go on like this, we may not have enough to last, Clarissa. It's the 4th time. And if so, 5th…" With a deep breath, her brother looked up at the clock hung up on the ceiling. "You've had too many steroids to heal you. They work, but only temporarily, and you know how much they cost, what they do to you, what they do with your growth…"

That was true. Clarissa was a midget, smaller than the average mid-teenager of 12. She could be mistaken for an 8 year old.

"It'll just worry her more. Don't make her…" She struggled to face her brother, but had no choice. She had to.

"No, Clarissa. No more of this. I'm tired of having to see you like this every morning. We're going to the dermatologist. Today. Screw school. You're in no condition to attend."

"But I've been going everyday…" She attempted to sit up, then failed and decided to stay lying down; the blankets clamped between her neck and head.

"Yes, and I'm sorry to break it to you, but the more you hide, the more attention you attract. You stand out more than you think you do; trying to cover up every inch of skin you have." Her heart broke and Jonathan's words, but they were the truth. He never lied.

"But Mum has enough to handle. We can't just-"

"Yes," said her brother fiercely. "We can."

"But-" she stopped herself from going on any further as the cream around her face was almost all absorbed and she couldn't move the flesh around her face anymore.

"Don't protest. I'm waking her up."

"It's 6 in the morning!" She struggled to finish her sentence which Jonathan clearly saw through and ignored it as if he didn't understand her.

Knock! Knock!

No! Thought Clarissa. Not today… or any day. Please?

"Mum?" came Jonathan's most innocent voice. The door opened instantly. "You heard?"

"Get Sophie to help her dress."

No. She's awake. cursed Clarissa.

"Yes, Mum." Jonathan walked over to their maid, Sophie Collins. She was in her mid-forties and had taken care of the family since Clarissa was in Year 1.

"I know," said Sophie as she got up from her place in the kitchen. "May I… um… Can I-"

"Sophie, you need no to ask." Clarissa heard her brother step closer to their maid. "You mean as much to us as another blood member of the family." Sophie began to sob. Clarissa could hear it. She wanted to cry herself, but forced the tears away. She had done too much crying in the past. It was time for her to stop.

"Jonathan, what will become of her? I can't imagine…"

"Shh, shh… everything will be okay," her brother cooed.

"And you?"

"My skin isn't as bad as hers. I'll be okay." The two stayed together for quite some time, Clarissa noticed, until they separated it had been the least of 2 minutes. "Go get her dressed. I'll make breakfast."

"Thank you," said Sophie, firmly holding the 14 year old teenager in place.

"Any time."

Clarissa heard Sophie's light footsteps come closer to their bedroom. It was a nice apartment that had cost plenty, but the walls were practically paper thin.

Sophie and Clarissa locked eyes. Clarissa's green eyes cracked. Sophie instantly went over to the small girl, helping her sit up and pulling her close to her shoulder. Clarissa couldn't hold back the tears around Sophie. She always fell apart when she was around.

"Please tell me you're going to be there," the tiny redhead begged. "Please."

"Anything for you, sweetheart." Sophie tucked the 12 year old girls' head under her chin, lightly giving her a kiss on the top of her head. "Come on. I promise I'll be as fast as I can."

"I love you," Clarissa murmured in a small voice.

"Always," Sophie replied, a tear streaking her face from the corner of her left eye.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to stay for a few weeks," said the dermatologist in front of her. Professor Starkweather had been her dermatologist for the past 3 years. He healed her at first, but her condition gradually became more severe.

"I expected so," muttered Clarissa, her head ducked down, but her eyes directly at the man in front of her. She refused to break down in his office.

"May I have a word with you, privately?" asked Professor Starkweather. The whole family lay their eyes on her.

"Of course," she muttered. Sophie gently slid her off her lap and sat her down in the chair she sat on. The rest of the family exited the office without question. Jonathan made a last look at her before leaving the office and shutting the door silently. Clarissa would have looked back, it her neck weren't swollen and the surface of her skin weren't an open wound.

"I know I've been trying to help you for years now," the professor started, "and I've made incredible discoveries with you. The ability to be infected by two viruses, and curing it simultaneously. I've become rich because of you, but I don't do this for the money. I do it to help people like you, because I've gone through this myself." The professor took off his Harry Potter like glasses and set them down on the table. "I fear, Hong Kong isn't the place for you, Clarissa." At this she looked up, her red locks falling to the sides of her face. "The pollution is making this worse, I can see it. It's happening to me as well. I don't want you to have to wake up crying, to not be able to participate in regular activities like a regular teenager. I don't want you to have to worry about your appearance and skin more than your education and your future. I think it is best if you… If you moved to a better place."

"But… I grew up here. Everything I know is here." Clarissa griped onto the hem of her jacket. It was 35 degrees and she was still wearing thick jeans, a long sleeved t-shirt, and a jacket. The eczema was so severe it gave her shivers even if she was standing in a desert.

"It has come to mind, Clarissa, that your mother may know a better place for you. One you may not know of well, but have memories of."

She thought back, back to when she was just a child. She saw pictures of her infant days in albums where eczema had no affect on her. It was as if she was a normal child. There were pictures of her in the backyard of a house, playing in the grass, laughing… smiling. Happy.

Canada, she thought.

"That's a wonderful place," said Professor Starkweather. It took her a moment to realize she had said that aloud. It sounded so cliché.

"I can't just pack up my things and move there permanently!"

"I understand that you must discuss this with your family; but please, think about it? It's not that I want to send you away, but I think this is for the better, Clarissa. I hope you understand that."

He genuinely cares. I never thought I'd actually see that in such a strict looking man.

"And if you were to follow through with moving to a more… appropriate area, I want to pay for the plane tickets and the house you live in."

"Pardon?" She was in shock? Her head fully up now, looking straight into the Professors' eyes.

"As I had said, you made me rich. You turned me to be one of the happiest men alive. I've been able to provide my wife and kids the perfect life. The least I could do is make yours a better one."

"I'll talk to them about it. About your suggestion."

"Thank you. Please, see where I'm coming from."

"I do," she replied with a silent sigh. Professor Starkweather pressed a button on his desk and the mahogany door to his office opened. The family came back in.

"I presume you know the way?" asked the professor as he handed out a form to the midget redhead.

"Off by heart."

1) Should we involve Shadowhunters?

2) Should we continue?

3) Is it incredibly boring?

Sorry if this is a confusing prologue. If you want us to explain a bit more, tell us through the reviews of something! PM, favourite, follow. We swear, this is just the beginning. It might sound boring and formal-ish now, but it'll get better. We'll have some chapters with POV's and maybe even a few sections of diary entries. We'll try to think of something. Thank you :)