AN: this is my first fanfiction so I hope you enjoy it! Constructive criticism is very much appreciated. Also, I thought to do something super easy and cliché for my first one to try and find how I like to write and such. Sorry for any and all cheesiness/cliché moments. Thank you and enjoy.

Chapter 1

Clary POV

I wake up nice and fresh because it's Saturday. I always get a lie in on Saturday. It's currently 10:30 am and I have to be at the airport with my brother, Jonathan. We are both leaving Bristol to go to New York in America.

I get out of the shower and put on my usual attire: black jeans, band top and a hoodie to go over the top. It's what I always wear when I'm travelling. Idris Boarding School is a live-on sight where my brother and I will be living along with other students.

I walked into the kitchen and reached for a bowl which was inconveniently on the top shelf. On my tip toes my fingers scrape the edge of the bowl. Huffing in annoyance I climbed onto the work surface to get the bowl and have breakfast.

Filling the bowl with cereal and milk I get a spoon from the draw and take a seat at the table.

Jon comes down the stairs, bags thrown over the shoulder as if he's trying to carry his whole room down in one, casually muttering curses every time he almost drops a bag.

"Jon? Would you do me a favour and take my bags down the stairs too please?" I asked in the sweetest voice possible.

"You're asking me to what!?" he answers back to me.

"Pretty please it will take me twice as long as you and they aren't even heavy or many of them! And we need to be at the airport in an hour and that's about how long it takes"

"Fine... Fine. Yea ok just finish your breakfast and say bye" he said sounding resigned

Once I finished my cornflakes I put the bowl and spoon in the dishwasher, put on my converse, shouldered my carry-on bag that was waiting my the front door and met my parents outside.

I'd never had many friends, Jon's always been there and he always warned away any boys that could have had any possible interest in me what so ever, but girls... I've never been too fond of hanging around them as they always talk about shoes and dresses. I do not wear dresses. Haven't since by mum stopped struggling to put me in the pink frilly shit they call clothes My mother and father wait outside for me, mum a little teary eyed and dad with a glum expression on his face. I've always been close to them so leaving them is a little difficult but not as hard as I thought it might be. It was a new start in a new place and I was ready.

"Goodbye sweetie. I'll see you in a few months when we visit at Christmas" my mum told me as I walked up to her. It's unfair that she is taller than me and absolutely beautiful even my dad's god damned good looking and I'm not ashamed of admitting it. My family looks like something off a magazine's front cover, including Jon, who inherited all my father's Swiss genes leaving me the odd one out. I'm like the ugly duckling of the family, now all I need is that stage of turning into a swan.

My mum hugged me then I moved to my dad. "We'll see you soon bumblebee. You make friends now but stay close to Jon. He will keep you safe. Even if you tried to get him to stop making you safe that wouldn't work. We Morgenstern me are like that with family."

"I got it dad stop worrying"

Hugging me he replied "I always worry about my little bumblebee"

Jon beeped the horn to hurry me up. Picking up the bag I dropped when my mum hugged me I run to get into the back seat of the car and we drive off to get to the airport.

"Can you hand me my guitar?" I asked Jon whilst putting the rest of my stuff on the trolley so we can go to check outs. My guitar otherwise known as my child. My baby. The one thing I care about more than family. She is an electric, red, glossy finish guitar that I'd saved up months to get it.

"Here" Jon puffed out, heaving the case out. Honestly… for being on the rugby team for years you would have thought he would be able to life a guitar case.

With our trolleys we walked to the check in place, in order to give our bags to get on the plane. This happens all smoothly with little complaining from me after a stern glare when the woman drops my guitar onto the conveyer belt thing, but all was well. No loss of limbs or such.

We arrived in New York City after an 8 hour something flight, which was filled with: screaming babies; Jon rushing to the toilet after eating 'bad food', which I thought was rather nice and filling; this kid kicking the back of my chair; and the worst thing possible… I finished my book and didn't bring another one onto the plane with me. I had 4 hours of flight left with no book. Luckily my phone kept charge so I listened to music.

Stepping out of the airport we hailed a taxi and told the man the address of the school we were going to. Idris Boarding School. I'd seen pictures of this church-like school back home but seeing it in real life was indescribable. Towering above us was a cathedral resembling building with a neat front garden and path leading to giant iron doors that look as if you'd need several people to open.

Walking through the gate we were met by a group of teenagers about mine and Jon's age. The first one was a tall, dark haired guy, whose eyes kept eyeing Jon and me with an expression I couldn't place. He wore a scruffy black knitted jumper over what looked to be his uniform, a white button down shirt, black trousers and black leather shoes. He was carrying his blazer in his hand whilst his tie was hugging his neck. The one stood next to him was an even taller but much more extravagant looking guy. His hair was spiked up and covered in glitter, which I could only smile at. He looked to have changed up the uniform slightly from the last guy as he wore his shirt with only half the buttons done up with his tie hung loosely around his neck. Under his shirt was a bright neon pink and navy blue top that had 'magic' written on it. He, as well, wore black trousers and black leather shoes. Next to him was a slightly smaller but still tall girl with long pin-straight hair that was closer to black than dark brown. She wore a white shirt with her tie loosely attached to her neck, a black skater skirt with the shirt ticked in and black tights with black shoes.

However, they weren't the ones I was looking at. I was looking at him. The tall, blonde haired guy. His hair was slightly curled at the ends where is hung, flopped around his head just reaching his eyes, enough to conceal them, and around his head so it ticked the back of his neck. Eyeing his clothes, I saw he was wearing similar to the rest of them, white shirt that looked a little snug around his broad shoulders with the top two buttons not done up, tie hung fairly loosely around his neck, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, which shows his shocking good looking forearms. I didn't know forearms could be attractive but there we go. His black trousers fit well and instead of black shoes he wore well-worn black combat boots.

They stopped walking about 5 feet in front of us, Jon and I stopped not knowing what move to make next. Deciding all this staring at each other was getting a little bit creepy I stepped forward. "Hi. I'm Clary".

After a few awkward seconds the extravagant looking guy also stepped forward and took my hand, kissing it, saying his name was Magnus. I pulled my hand back out of surprised and felt a shadow of blush tinge my cheeks. Feeling someone look at me I turn to look at the blonde guy, only to realise he had moved closer to Jon and I whilst my exchange with Magnus was happening.

"Jace" I heard him say. His voice was low and raspy. I couldn't help the shiver that travelled up the base of my spine.

"Clary" I said extending my hand out in front of me in a lame attempt of saying 'hi'.

"I know. You already said." He replied, chuckling a little bit at my awkwardness, slotting his hand into mine and finally looking into my eyes. I couldn't hold a gasp when my green eyes met his golden eyes. His eyes were beautiful, the most mesmerising colour that I felt the urge to draw them just so I won't forget them.

Jace cleared his throat and looked down at our hands. Realising a little too late his grip was already gone and I was just holding his hand and staring into his eyes. Quickly letting go I looked away and turned to the last two unintroduced people. Magnus introduced the dark haired guy as Alec. With a closer look I see his eyes are a bright shade of blue.

Then Magnus introduces the girl as Isabelle. Isabelle strode towards me, enveloping me in a quick hug. "We're going to be fast friends." She took a breath "yes. I can feel it." Not knowing how to reply I just nodded.

Sensing something behind me I was about to turn round until I felt a slight pressure on the small of my back and a deep voice announcing to everyone "This looks like introductions over. Let's go on the ever exciting tour."

Taking a small step forward I felt a warm sensation near my left ear, a smooth, slightly gravelly voice whispered "Welcome to New York, Clary."

AN: ok. That's it. I don't think I will update unless this gets some kind of feedback because I'd really like to know what I should do to improve or anything you'd particularly like included in this?