"Clary hurry up or we are going to miss our flight," a very impatient Isabelle lightwood said.

"Izzy we can't miss our own private jet," i answered.

"We can if i tell our pilot to leave without you."
I appeared at the top of the stairs backpack in tow, "alright iz i'm here you can not murder me now,"

"But i was looking forward to it," she said with mock innocence. I just rolled my eyes and continued to the black town car waiting in the driveway of our mansion. My brother jon and i were children of the morgenstern's or valentine morgenstern, an oil mogle that happens to be one of the three richest people on earth. Now our best friends, the lightwoods are ruthless technology ceo people who are also in the top three, but unlike my parents they let work transfer into parenting so alec and izzy mostly stay with us.

But they weren't always this way, seven years ago when izzy was nine and alec eleven their little brother max died in a hit and run in new york city, that's why we moved to the boring and warm streets of italy. Don't get me wrong it beautiful but as teenagers we just want to run around and have fun, not lounge by the beach for eight hours every day, especially when you can't tan like me, with my fiery red hair it didn't look necessarily good either, but my green eyes usually permitted it. "Come on clary flying time," alec said putting up jazz hands as i chuckled lightly.

"So what's the deal again," john asked his mousy brown hair falling into his face slightly.

"Um it's wednesday, classes start on monday, but we have to paint and decorate the room, and buy new stuff since we didn't really bring anything. Then we need cars, and class schedules, figure out the sports stuff, and our horses come saturday."

"We could have all the shopping and stuff done buy friday night if we buy cars tonight what time will it be when we land," Izzy asked.

Eight out pilot yelled at us great 12 hours of flying, "well then i'm going to bed i said. And walked back to the bunkbeds in the wall that stand between the cockpit and the four leather seats facing each other, with tv's and a snackbar against the wall. Night lazy was the response i got.

When we did land everyone had fell asleep and woke back up again and we watched re-runs of pysch a very fun tv show about a guy pretending he is psychic and solving crimes with his best friend and two other cops. Overall a very fun show and my personal favorite. We all descended the stairs of our jet to the airstrip and into the airport were body guards were waiting holding back a mountain of photographers. He all covered our heads and moved quickly to the car as we were taught. "Who leaked," alex asked impatiently. He was the most camera shy of our little group.

"I don't know but it doesn't matter now as long as we keep our heads down," jon answered. As the oldest jon always tried to keep a level head but i knew right now was hard for him right now. Him and alex are in the same grade as seniors and both already 18 as we all had summer birthdays. Isabelle and i were freshly 16 and going to be sophomores. But if switching schools your senior year wasn't bad enough we were all pulled out of school and homeschool when max died as a way to keep us from the press and make sure we were okay, we just never went back.

"Clary come on we're here,"

I stepped out of the car and took in the sprawling campus before me, there was a tall black wrought iron fence surrounding the campus. Beyond the gate was a large collection of brick buildings and on the left a large collection of athletic fields and to the right what looks like four brick apartment buildings.

I took a deep breathe and walked through with the rest of my siblings suddenly aware of the fact we were all were involved designer clothes. "Ok Jon and izzy go to the admission office and check us in Alec and I are getting coffee," I said and grabbed Alec's hand and pulled him back towards the road. I read on online there was a bunch of little shops and restaurants and stuff in a little plaza across the street and it didn't disappoint. We found a little coffee shop called Java jones and walked in.

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"Did you hear," simon said leaning across the table towards aline, magnus, and i. "Hear what?" aline asked through a sip of coffee as we were sitting in our favorite spot. "The morgenstern and lightwood kids are coming to our school this year," he said almost jumping up and down.

"Dude that's just some rumor," i said leaning back in my chair. "Come on they're all supposed to be like genius, olympic level athletes, and models," magnus said looking between us shaking a little glitter on the table. "Dude there's like three pictures of them from five years ago or something, no celebrity stays out of the tabs like that unless they're like failures. Besides buy grade, buy judges, and buy photographers."

"I don't know about that," a female voice said. She was pretty long red hair pale skin. "They probably just wanted privacy after their brother died. And how would you know what they look like or how they are in sports."

"Or maybe they are just hiding behind their dad's money," i countered, "probably couldn't hack it in our classes and would never try our sports without their parents money there to buy them on," she looked she was going to respond but a tall guy with dark hair who made magnus sit very straight up tapped her on the shoulder and motioned to the door.

They left and aline said, "either way they aren't people you want to make a bad impression on."

"Little late for that," Simon said. Then showed us a photo from year this morning of a red head walking with two gorgeous people who were clearly siblings and another blonde attractive guy, but what caught my eye was that redhead was clary morgenstern but more importantly the redhead i just trashed talked the morgensterns to. Whoops.