HERE IS THE BACKGROUND BEHIND THIS STORY. ONE DAY IN ENGLISH CLASS, OUR TEACHER TOLD US TO WRITE ABOUT A BOOK WE'D LIKE TO BE IN AND WHAT CHARACTER WE'D WANT TO BE. WELL... ME AND MY FRIEND LAFFY_TAFFY0401 TOOK THAT TO A DIFFERENT LEVEL. WE DECIDED TO WRITE EACHOTHER INTO BOOKS WE CHOOSE. I CHOSE TO WRITE HER INTO THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS AND SHES WRITING ME INTO THE MAXIMUM RIDE SERIES (CHECK THAT OUT (I'LL TELL YOU GUYS WHEN IT IS POSTED) AND SHES A FANTABULOUS WRITER AND HAS HER OWN MORTAL INSTRUMENTS STORY TOO... WELL THANKS FOR READING)
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Chapter 1: The institute
The girl raced across the street. Her clothes were torn, her face was cut and her long brown hair was in a tangled mess. She pounded on the door of the Shadowhunter institute in New York. It was dark outside, and there were little drops of rain splattering around, but the city lights were on and shining brightly. Finally, a golden haired boy opened the door and stared at her curiously.
"Please let me in! I'm a shadowhunter." She saw the doubt in his eyes and showed him a mark on the back of her palm. It was a dark diamond shaped mark with a swirl in the middle. It was the Clairvoyant Sight Rune.
The boy moved aside and beckoned her in. He noticed there was only one other rune; a protection rune on her right arm. "What's your name?" he asked staring at her dirty attire.
"Celine..."
He looked at her curiously, "Your last name wouldn't happen to be Carstairs would it?"
Her brows crinkled in confusion, "How did you know?"
He led her up a grand staircase to what seemed to be a library. "We've been looking for you since your parents died a few weeks ago."
Celine cringed and the blond boy grimaced, "I'm sorry, that was rude of me."
She sighed, "Its okay, I guess I should get use to the idea. Isn't that the price of being a shadowhunter? Dying young?"
The boys mind wandered to his own brother who died about a few weeks ago. He quickly shook himself out of it, "By the way I'm Jace. And this," he gestured to the huge room filled with thousands of books, "Is the grand library." his name sounded familiar to Celine, she just couldn't place where she heard it from. They walked further inside.
"I'll be right back; I'm going to get Maryse".
She nodded. She knew about the Lightwoods, and that's when she remembered who Jace was exactly. He was the adopted son of the lightwoods and was once believed to be the son of Michael Wayland, then believed to be Valentine Morgenstern's son. He was actually the grandson of the Ex-inquisitor. He was the biological son of Stephen and Celine Herondale; the lady that Celine Carstairs was named after.
She sat as he walked away. He was gorgeous. But soon, her thoughts were interrupted as a petite girl with fire-red hair walked in. The girl saw Celine and looked over her curiously. She walked closer.
"Who are you?" the girl asked.
Celine raised an eyebrow, "Who are you?"
A flicker of a smile appeared on the girls face, "You're the stranger here."
"Technically, from my point of view, you're the stranger," Celine grinned.
"You'll fit in here perfectly..." She muttered, and then she sucked in her breath, "I'm Clary Frey. Or I guess you would know me as Fairchild or Morgenstern."
Celine gasped, "Your Valentine's daughter?"
"I like to think of him as a donor. If you catch my drift," Clary saw the girl's eyes widen, "What it's not like he loved me, or vice versa. He did after all try to kill me. More than once actually."
Celine shook her head, "Well, I guess you can't pick your family. I'm Celine Carstairs. My parents wanted to keep the shadow hunting world a secret from me, but when the war broke loose, they kind of had no choice but to tell me. They gave me a rune to keep me safe, and left for Idris. They never came back. And then some weird worm looking demon attacked me and I ran."
"Oh! I'm so sorry. We didn't know the Carstairs had a kid up until after the war and when we tracked your house down, you were missing."
Suddenly, a lady with black hair tied tightly in a bun and icy blue eyes walked in. trailing behind her was the blond boy, Jace.
The lady's eyes seemed to be cold and restless. Celine shivered and inched back a bit, though she knew Mrs. Lightwood was no threat.
"You must be Celine Carstairs. You know, we were about to announce you dead. It's a good thing you showed up." Celine shifted uncomfortably. What was she supposed to say to that?
Jace stepped forward, "Don't mind her, it's that time of month."
"JACE!" Clay and Maryse yelled simultaneously.
"What? You know I tell it like it is."
Maryse ignored him, "Celine, as Jace might have told you, we have been looking for you for some time. We are very sorry about what happened to your parents."
Celine felt a lump rise in her throat and quickly swallowed it. This was probably the most she talked about her parents since they died. "Thanks Mrs. Lightwood."
"You may call me Maryse." She responded. "For now, Clary will show you to your room and get you some clean clothes. You may be here a while."
Clary motioned for Celine to follow her and Celine stood up. She followed Clary out of the library. Clary led her up some stairs and then turned into a room. The room was spectacular, and extremely large.
"This is your room Celine. I hope you like it," Clary said kindly. "You have your own bathroom in it. I'll bring you some of my clothes to borrow and then later if you would like I'll take you to get your own clothing."
Celine nodded gratefully, "Thank you Clary."
Clary nodded and looked like she didn't know what to say, "Well... umm... dinners at six, you have about an hour and a half. I'll come get you at 5:50 and show you the dining hall." Then Clary walked away vanishing into a room and came back with a pile of clothes. "Here are some jeans and shirts. They should fit, you look about my size." Clary said leaving the clothes on the bed.
Celine thanked her and then watched as she walked away. She sighed and went into the bathroom. It was big and had floral theme to it. She turned the light on.
In the florescent illumination, the cut on her face seemed more gruesome and stomach turning. She couldn't hold back the vomit rising out of her mouth; she rushed to the toilet and heaved. She hadn't eaten in days; there was nothing in her stomach to release. She would have to ask for a stele to heal herself.
She wiped her eyes and crawled over to the bathtub. She steadied herself on the wall and put the shower on. She stripped off her dirty, ripped clothing as steam filled the room.
Half an hour later, her hair was wrapped in a towel, and she had some fresh clothes on. She wondered about dinner, would Jace be there? Well, probably. Was he involved in a relationship with Clary? Well, by the way the two acted around each other, most likely. She smiled to herself thinking about how close they seemed; it almost reminded her of her own parents' love life.
She wondered if she was supposed to go all out for dinner, should she put on makeup, should she wear a nicer shirt. She sat down in a chair in front of a vanity. She browsed through some drawers and was surprised to find un-opened mascara, eye shadow and things like that. She decided a little mascara wouldn't hurt anyone and put a dab on.
At 5:50 there was a knock on the door and Celine opened it. It was Clary and once she saw Celine, she smiled.
"That shirt looks better on you, than it looks on me. You can keep it," she said.
Celine smiled. "Thank you."
Clary took a look at Celine's face, "Oh, shoot, you still have cuts on your face."
Celine reddened from embarrassment, "I had a run in with a few creatures. I didn't have a stele… and I don't even know how to draw a rune."
"You mean you don't know how…? I guess you're not trained to your full potential, being new to the shadowhunting world and all."
Clary drew something out of her pocket; it looked like a knife, only more smooth, small and skinny. "This is a healing rune." Clary said then she started moving the rune on Celine's neck.
It was closest to her cut without being on her face; that would've looked awkward. She felt a sharp sting, the warmth spread through her body to where the bruises and gashes were. Celine looked in the mirror; there wasn't even a scar on her.
Celine gave a surprised look. "Well, that was creepier than I thought it would be."
Clary laughed, "Damn straight. Everything about being a shadowhunter is creepy, but it is also fun." Clary started walking, "Come on Celine, were going to be late to dinner and I hear that Maryse is cooking tonight." She muttered something that sounded like, "Thank god it's not Izzy," but Celine couldn't be too sure.
They arrived in the dining room and Celine took a seat at the large table. A boy who looked like Maryse sat by her. He must've been her son. Clary was seated by the boy. Jace was sitting across from Clary. Maryse was putting spaghetti on everyone's plate.
Celine thought, "This isn't too weird." But then a cat walked in and Maryse spooned spaghetti into the cat's bowl.
Maryse sat at the table and everyone started eating. A man sat at the head of the table across from her; Robert Lightwood. A girl in black boots, extremely tight skinny jeans and a spaghetti strap top was sitting across from Celine.
"So Alec, what has Magnus been up to?" The girl asked, staring at the boy next to Celine. They looked similar, except the girl had dark eyes.
The boy, Alec, blushed. "Umm, I'm not sure; I haven't spoken to him in a while. He's been pretty busy, you know?"
Jace grinned, "Is everything all right between you two?"
Alec said, "Hell yeah!" Then he got serious. "I mean, yes it has been fine."
Jace looked at Alec's sister, "So Isabelle, thank goodness it's not your day to cook."
Isabelle glared at him. "Yeah thank goodness. Because I was thinking of putting some mystery meat in the soup, I was thinking Jace flesh."
Jace grinned, "Oh don't threaten me. You're barely able to operate a microwave, let alone know what to put in soup."
Clary laughed, "Don't worry Isabelle. If he gets on my bad side again, he will be dead meat, and then I'll help you cook the soup."
Isabelle was still mad about Jace's answer, and didn't respond. She just glared at the spaghetti, she was moving around with her fork.
Robert noticed the awkward silence, and said, "So Celine, do you like your room?"
Celine nodded. "It's beautiful, thank you."
"Don't worry Celine; this must be very awkward for you. But soon you'll be arguing with all of us like a pro." Jace said
Alec shook his head, "Don't go to the dark side, Celine."
Jace grinned at her, "But, we've got cookies!"
WHOA THAT WAS THE FIRST CHAPTER OF MY FIRST TMI STORY!
I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED IT!
DON'T WORRY, I'LL BRING MAGNUS, LUKE, MAIA, all those characters you love back in and even characters you hate
like, Chairman meow. NAH JK! I love chairman meow! Don't you? What have you got against cats.
OH AND THANKS TO LAFFY_Taffy0401 (celine) for editing this chapter (more than once XD). check out her story, too
http:/www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net/s/6730630/1/Thanks_for_the_Memories!
Guess what, CHICKEN BUTT!
:D ALSO THIS STORY IS SOMETIME AFTER CITY OF GLASS, when everyone is happy, but then (spoiler) Lilith has to friggen ruin it.
ADIOS MY PEOPLES!
ALSO SHOUT OUT TO MY DYED BLONDE GOTH WANNA BE (LAFFY_TAFFY0401 OR CELINE) Well until my next chapter, be cool, be awesome, be my jace wanna bes.
hi this is celine and i just wanted to say is that (be cool be awsome...) from lemonade mouth or something? lololololXD
also the maximum ride story will be up when i finish my TMI story
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