I am pretty much fucked.

That's my considered opinion.

Fucked.

The reason is that I had ran away from my hell oops...my house in Wellington with no money except for some dollars, which got spent on the stupid flight ticket and now here I am sitting in a park in New York with no money, looking like a hobo. Well, I am a hobo right now.

The reason why I came in New York is when I was living in Wellington I got selected for this duo singing thing, the manager, Ben, wanted me to come to New York. But because Valentine (my dad) didn't allowed me to go, so Ben said whenever I am ready I can call him. So, here I am waiting for his call, while seeing some kids play in sand.

As I was sitting there my phone buzzed in my back pocket. The name Ben popped on the screen. I quickly picked it up. (Bold for Ben and Italics for Clary)

Hello? Am I speaking to Clarissa Morgenstern?

Hi Ben .Yeah it's me.

Uh-Okay...So are you ready for the recording, huh?

Um ... Yeah.

Where are you right now? Want me come and pick you up?

Yeah sure...right now I am in a park looking like a hobo.

Okay so we will go for shopping, buy something to wear for you. And you can live with me until you get a house.

No, Ben I can't. I don't want to be a burden on someone.

Clary you are not a burden. And well I live alone so it's bit lonely so, I will enjoy your company.

Are you sure?

Positive.

I hung up on the phone and kept staring straight, nothing at particular until Ben came. When he came, he was looking the same as he was months ago, the same warm smile across his face. He was in a simple Spider-Man shirt which was clearly exposing his tattoo of a compass over his neck. I climbed in the car.

"Hey Ben"

"Hi Clary, I just thought you were just kidding about looking like a hobo thing."

"I know right and I hate that look people have been giving me while passing."

"I was just joking, Red. So what's up?"

I glared at him for calling me 'Red'.

"Nothing is up & don't call me that."

He laughed, and that's when I realized that Ben looks good as in really handsome. I mean not hot or sexy but nice, kind and...handsome. You need to know Ben to see his inner beauty. Well, I am not a person who goes on outer looks of people.

"So...let's go. First we will buy you clothes."

In no time we were standing in front of a shop, I mean really expensive looking shop. I looked over at Ben & gave him a look of 'Are you sure?' because I don't have money. He nodded in response understanding my question.

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We were now sitting in the recording room, it is pretty much big unlike I thought. Well...my partner in this duo thing is a guy named Austin, who is in a really grumpy mood and is snapping at everyone. When I asked Ben the reason for his frustration he told me that's because he was kicked out of the house because he got a girl pregnant.

Anyways, Ben literally bought me whole wardrobe; 5 pair of skinny jeans, 4 shirts of Marvel Avengers and DC's, one black dress which is really sparkly and is till mid-thigh, 3 crop tops and a leather black jacket.

After recording the song that I have been writing before leaving Wellington, Ben and I left for his house.

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1 week later

It's been one week since I came in New York. I got my own house with the help of Ben. The house is really big as I am gonna live alone, but buying an apartment was gonna take time so I had to get settled with this. But it's not that bad, Ben comes often and we hangout together and do stuff. He helped me in getting admission in Alicante High, which I will be joining from tomorrow. Ben will be giving me ride to the school and then I will be coming walking 'cause I don't want to be burden on someone and things. Ben and me have been best friends by now, I mean whenever he introduces me to his friends or anyone that's what he calls me and well I don't have any problem with it, it's just that I don't want anyone to know about my past and being best friends is knowing everything about past. But I am glad he didn't push me to tell him, he just knows that it was something terrible that I just want to forget. He even helped me changing my name. I changed my last name from Morgenstern to Fray. Nice thing, right?

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the bell. I wondered who will it be at this time, it was afternoon. When I opened the door, I saw a woman who looked somewhere in her 40s, with long black hair and blue eyes. She gave me a warming smile which I returned.

"Hello, I am Maryse Lightwood. I live in the house next to yours."

"Uh...Okay. Please come in."

She entered the house. I led her to the living room. "Please sit here I will get some water."I said and left the room for fetching her water. When I returned Mrs. Lightwood was sitting on the couch.

"No one else is there in the house?"

"Um... No."

"Oh! Just asking. I came to invite you people for dinner tonight at ours. What is your name?"

"Uh...I am Clarissa Fray and well... I live alone here."

There was a shocked experience for a moment but vanished quickly.

"You don't look 18."

"Yeah, I am 17. If you don't mind I will like to come over...alone."

"Of course I don't mind. We will be waiting for you by... 7:30 tonight? How about it? " She said getting up from the couch. I simply nodded "Thank you for inviting me, Mrs Lightwood"

"Please call me Maryse and it's my pleasure." She said, giving me a heart warming smile which I returned and then she left.

I ended up watching a movie. I don't really know the name but it was boring. I was not really watching but thinking what my Dad would be doing right now, maybe drinking? I don't really care. I hate him so much I can't really express it in words. I even hate my mother, well I call her mother just 'cause she gave me birth and stuff and well my brother...he is unknown to most of family secrets. I doubt, Dad even told him about me. I wanted to call him; he is the only person who used to love me but I don't know anymore.

I just want to forget my past life and move on, nothing else.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when my alarm started to ring. It was 7:00 already. Ah...I need to get ready for the dinner, I thought. I started texting Ben telling him about the invitation and headed to the bathroom for shower. When I came back I checked my phone:-

Ben: Uh- okay...be careful and have nice time :)

Me: Of course, I will.

I opened my closet to look for 'perfect' clothes. I need to make my first impression. Don't I? So, I grabbed a Batman black shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. I didn't put much makeup except for my baby pink lipstick, which makes them look really cute. I grabbed my phone and stuffed it in the back pocket. I put on my sneakers and left the house. It was 7:27 by then.

I walked to the house next door. It was really magnificent. I mean it was as big as mine, but it had that royal look, you know?

I rang the bell, the door was opened by a girl, who had long ink-black hair, dark brown-gold flecked eyes which could be easily mistaken as black, slender eyebrows and pale and high coloured skin.

"Oh! Hey... Hi, you must be Clarissa?"

"Yes, but I prefer being called Clary."I said giving her a smile which was returned by grinning.

"Well, I am Isabella Lightwood. But my friends and family calls me Iz or Izzy."

"Is she here?"A voice came from inside, which obviously belonged to Maryse.

"Yes, she is here."I replied and saw Izzy still grinning at me. Maryse peeked from the nearest room which I think is kitchen. I was only able to see her head.

"Hello, Honey" she said.

"Hi Maryse" I said smiling towards her.

"Iz please call the boys down" she said, Izzy nodded and the head disappeared in the kitchen. Iz walked to the stairs and yelled, "Guys come down. Clary is here."

No Response.

Izzy got really frustrated and yelled again, "BOYS GET YOUR LZY ASSES DOWN, RIGHT NOW."

There were sounds of door opening and closing and then the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Izzy turned towards me and said, "It's really good to have a girl as a friend."

"Yeah, she didn't have a girl friend for ages."A voice came from the end of the stairs. I turned to see the centre of the voice. Standing in front of me is a golden boy.