None of this work is my own, all of the rights belong to Cassandra Clare and Yoko Kamio. Thank you to them for letting me borrow their work.
Chapter One: The Shadowhunters
Everywhere she looked, students of Idris Academy poured out of their classrooms, arm in arm with friends, poking fun at each other, discussing the latest homework, admiring their French manicures and all of them sporting their wealth and prestige like a medallion. A medallion made of gold, encrusted diamonds and sapphires.
Piaget, Chopard and Patek Philippe were clasped around the tanned wrists of both females and males, some of the girls completely the look with Bulgari, Cartier, and Tiffany bracelets dripping with gemstones. Gucci, Prada and Louis Vuitton were by their sides whilst the clean, pressed uniforms were elegantly draped over all of the slim, tanned, waxed and made over girls and the fit, muscular and tanned boys.
Clary stood underneath the large, stone staircase that ascended up onto the second and third floors and watched as the students made their way to their next class, leisurely walking, uncaring about their lateness. She self-consciously tugged at her second-hand uniform, hopelessly aware of her curly red hair tied into a semi-neat braid, her pale, freckly and clean face, her dirty and second-hand books and lack of friends. Nobody had been overtly keen to show the new scholarship student around.
As the halls cleared, she finally came out from underneath the stairs and made her way across the marble hallway to her next classroom. Her brown, leather shoes clacked across the floor, the light from the crystal chandelier making shadows leap and twist across the floor. Suddenly she realised that a long and ominous silence had fallen across the floor, like everyone had stopped breathing. Then before she could turn the knob to her classroom, a loud roar echoed throughout the halls, travelling down the corridors, slipping underneath doorways, bouncing off windows until the entire school could hear it
"WHITE NOTICE. WHITE NOTICE. THE SHADOWHUNTERS HAVE ISSUED A WHITE NOTICE. HODGE STARKWEATHER HAS RECEIVED A WHITE NOTICE
It was like an explosion went off. The classroom door, Clary had been about to open, sprang away from the frame and she had to leap aside to prevent herself being squashed by the thirty odd students that poured out of the room. Doors swung open everywhere and everybody began running up the stairs, along corridors, up and down noise was everywhere, screams, yells and squeals of excitement. Clary watched with some amazement as the students disappeared out of sight into the auditorium upstairs.
She walked slowly towards the library, knowing full well that all teachers would not expect their classes to resume until after break.
"Clary?"
Clary turned and saw the new transfer student, staring in awe behind her. She obviously had not been here long enough to see the infamous White Notice handed out.
"What is a white notice?"
Clary considered not telling her but she would soon have to know if she wanted to fit in. It wouldn't do her any good if she annoyed them or upset them by mistake.
"You might want to come and take a look' she said, her fist clenching slightly, 'it is...too..stu...crazy to explain
She beckoned to the student to follow her up the stairs, the girl falling in step beside her.
"I'm Cecilia Queen' she said, 'I just arrived from an all girl's boarding school in London
"Seelie Queen? said Clary, confused by the pronunciation of the girl.
"Cecilia' she said, enunciating her words, 'is this school...different?"
She and Clary stopped outside the auditorium, where the noise was issuing from and Clary said
"Cecilia, I can honestly say, this school is VERY different to other schools
She pushed open the doors and let Cecilia behold the view. Inside the auditorium, students were moving in circles, throwing rotten fruit and eggs, swearing, laughing and tormenting one boy writhing in the middle of the circle.
"GET HIMyelled someone and they all moved forward, kicking him, stepping on his fingers, beating him into a bloodied pulp. Beside her, Cecilia let out a gasp of horror and Clary felt a small jolt of anger but she pushed it aside. She had to stay silent in order to stay here.
"What in the name of Raziel are they doing to that poor boy?she said.
Clary said emotionlessly
"He obviously displeased the Shadowhunters
"Who are they?queried Cecilia, a sick look covering her face.
"They are the sons of some of the richest people in the country. The parents pay huge endowments and donations to the school in order to let them have free reign of the school. It's why they don't wear school uniform, never do the homework, come to school sporadically and indulge in a little of bit of bored little rich boys games
"And so...the white notice is?"
"Their version of saying staying in the school is pointless, it will only lead to pain and suffering and sorrow. Anyone who displeases them gets tormented and bullied mercilessly
Cecilia looked blankly at the cheering crowds and said
"And everyone is scared of them?"
Clary laughed with some venom and said
"No, the males want to be them and the females want to be with them. Rich, powerful and attractive, everything you could want in a human being
The doors suddenly opened at the far end of the auditorium and someone yelled
"IT'S THE SHADOWHUNTERS
Everyone started cheering louder and happily, the boy in the middle squirming from all the pain and humiliation. Cecilia said
"And those are?"
"Alec Lightwood, Sebastian Verlac, Simon Lewis and Jace Wayland
Cecilia said confusedly
"And they are?"
Clary smiled sympathetically, obviously living in London, she didn't know about them, although why she never read a newspaper was beyond her.
She pointed to the raven haired, ice blue eyed boy, dressed in a grunge sort of look and said
"Alec Lightwood is heir to the underground mafia kingdom. His parents make their fortune in the manufacture of weapons. He has never dated any girl and tonnes are lining up for the chance to be the first
She pointed to the white hair, dark browned eyed Sebastian Verlac, walking next to Alec, in designer trousers, a black shirt and blue tie.
Sebastian Verlac is the son of a diplomat and a CEO. He is a total playboy and goes for women much older than he is
She rolled her eyes and nodded to Simon Lewis, brown haired, glasses and wearing a leather jacket.
"Simon Lewis is the son of a big company that owns hundreds of oil and gas mines. He is mysterious and everybody wants to know who he really is
Cecilia nodded before saying
"Who is that?"
Clary's eyes fell onto Jace Wayland and her lip curled up. Blonde, golden eyed, tanned, muscular and smirking, Jace was subject to million's of girl's fantasies and he knew it.
"Wayland is heir to iron ore company, apparently worth $70 billion dollars. He is the leader of the Shadowhunters and boy does he know who he is
As the girls watched, the four boys sat down on four couches which had been dragged in and watched as the boy was dragged forward.
"Here is Starkweather, Jace' said one of the boys, 'we gave him everything he deserved
Jace gazed down at the boy, shivering and pathetic before slowly getting up. He walked over to the boy and said
"Do you know what you did wrong?"
The boy didn't say anything, just looking down at the floor. Jace eyed him before suddenly he punched him hard in the face. Everybody started cheering again, abusive and vicious. Clary started backing towards the door. She wasn't going to put up with this type of nonsensical and pathetic behavior. Jace punched him again and the boy fell back to the floor. Everyone yelled and whilst Jace punched him over and over, Clary's eyes were drawn towards Simon, who was gazing with boredom in the other direction.
Suddenly he got up and Clary watched as he exited the room. Nobody noticed, all too busy watching as Jace beat up Hodge. But Clary did and she wondered exactly the type of person Simon Lewis was. And what exactly had made Jace into such an arrogant, rich boy. As the scene went on, Clary motioned to Cecilia to leave with her and they made their way to the library. Either way, Clary couldn't care less. If Jace Wayland ever gave her hell, he see exactly how ç”°ommonersbehaved in situations they didn't like.