I hadn't quite come to terms with what I was yet. I knew this was normal to some people, and other would have a heart attack or literally laugh in your face if you tried to explain, but here, where I am, it' absolutely normal. One hundred percent. Did I mention that I'm a Shadowhunter? I've lived in Idris since I was born and two months ago my dad got orders to run to Brooklyn Institute in New York.

New York was beautiful. It wasn't like something you'd see in a book, like Idris, but beautiful as in big city, big lights, big, well, everything. To most people, like me, big is beautiful when you don't look close. The closer you look, the less you see.

In "the big apple", we've had some good times. Yes, I had a little adjusting to do with the slang and the people and the place, but I like it. It gives me a sense of adventure. God knows I didn't need more of that.

I'm Jess. I'm 17. I'm a Shadowhunter. And I am the Underdog.

The Shadowhunter world has been going crazy what with all the insane stuff going on in the New York Institute not too far away. I've never really gotten into all the fighting and war stuff in this world I live in. I'm more of a "learn but not do" kind of person. But I do love an adventure. Dad had finally said that I could go visit the New York Institute. I can't wait, to be honest. He said there'd be some kids my age. I honestly haven't seen many Shadowhunter kids my age since Idris. Even then, I didn't talk to many people. But maybe I'll click with them. I need to click with them.

That morning I got on the subway to New York, New York. I smiled remembering the first time my dad had used a subway. He had been all wide-eyed. He was kind of scared and kind of interested. Trust me, the face you make when you're concentrated on those two emotions is hilarious. Take from someone whose had a front row experience.

As I stood on the front step of the Institute, looking around at how ridiculously similar it looked to my Institute, I felt kind of nervous. Yes, Shadowhunters can get nervous. I bit my lip and told myself to suck it up. It's okay.

As cleshe as it is, I knocked. And someone answered. A petite, but fiery girl with red hair and eyes to die for opened the door. "Who are you?" The thing is, she looked exactly like me.

Author's note: Yeah, hi. Sorry this chapter was short. I don't have much time on the computer... Plus, I thought this chapter should be short just because it's kind of explaining what's happening or whatever. Also, all the characters and places or whatever are copyrighted to Cassandra Clare. The plot was just my idea, although it will have some of the original plot from her story. Please review and comment!