This is my first try at a Mortal Instruments story. Please be gentle

Clary's POV

"You look gorgeous, Carrie!" my mother exclaimed. Carrie's wedding was going to be held in a few months. She was my sister, and as it seems, the only child in the family. I was invisible to them. They never paid attention to me, no matter what. I was treated as a maid, nothing more. One time, when Carrie and I were at the park, I twisted and broke my leg and Carrie got a splinter. My parents weren't even worried about me. They went to Carrie and took her to the nurse. A stranger took me to the hospital. My parents said that I was ungrateful, and that they loved me just as much as they loved Carrie. That was bull.

For instance, Carrie was five years older than I was, and they never made her work. But, I had to work in a diner every summer and in the school year, I had to work in a bookstore in Williamsburg, and I live in Brooklyn. Carrie lived a luxurious life. My parents spoiled her beyond saving. Carrie got to go on all the amazing school field trips and proms, I was left at home to scrub and clean.

"Clary, will you return these to the racks?" my mother asked. She didn't wait for me to answer. She just pushed the dresses in my hand and began complimenting Carrie on how beautiful she looked. She was beautiful. She had long, curly blonde hair, the blonde being inherited from my father's side and luminous green eyes from my mother's side. I, on the other hand, had carroty red hair, green eyes and freckles. Carrie was the cheerleading captain, I was the school bookworm. I returned the dresses to their racks and walked out the store. My parents didn't even notice. I walked down the street to the subway. Perhaps, if luck was with me, I could catch the next train to Williamsburg. Luke's bookstore wasn't very popular but he had plans of moving it to Brooklyn. In the meantime, he'd been the selling the second-hand books he got to make money. I walked faster and I reached the subway. I stood close to the tracks, like the others and waited for the train. There weren't much people around. Just a group of really good-looking teenagers and a few older citizens. I ducked my head down so no one would notice, like I always did. The train halted. The doors opened. A few people stepped out. I stepped in, and so did, the group of teenagers. There were no available seats, so I just stood and hanged on. The teenagers did the same. They were almost alike; except one had blonde hair and the other two had black hair. They must have been related in some way. But it was the blonde that I was focused on. He had strange butterscotch colored eyes; they must be contacts. He was the most handsome guy I ever saw. He must have caught me staring and he looked up and winked at me. I looked away. The train ride was a blur, and soon, I was in Williamsburg, walking to Luke's bookstore. The bad thing was that to get there, I had to go through the slums, where muggers often preyed on people like me, people who were short like me, was more like it. I gripped my bag tighter. A filthy guy approached me.

"S'cuse me, miss," His speech was slurred and his breath smelled like booze. I gave a fake smile, trying to cover up the nervous feeling in my stomach.

"Yes?" I asked. He smiled. He had a gap in the middle of his front teeth.

"Can I get some money?" he asked.

"I'm sorry but I don't have any," I said, and tried to walk on. He grabbed my hand, and I felt the nails digging in. I gave a yelp of pain and tried to yank it back.

"Just give me the money kid!" he yelled. I tried to move away but his grip was too strong. I stepped on his foot as hard as I could. He gave a yelp of surprise but his grip did not loosen. If anything, it just went even tighter than before.

"You little bitch!" he said, cursing low under his breath. I screamed for help, but it was immediately cut off as he jammed his other hand in my mouth and pushed me against the wall. I squirmed, trying to move my legs, and clearly failing. Suddenly, the man was off me and was being tackled by someone. It was the blonde boy from the bus. After a while, my attacker passed out. The blonde boy went closer.

"Are you okay?" he said.

"I almost got mugged; do you think I'm okay?" I said. The guy smirks, and takes off the jacket that I didn't even know he was wearing, and puts it around me.

"I'm Jace, Jace Herondale," he said.

"Clary, Clary Morgenstern," I replied, "How did you find me?" I asked.

"I heard you screaming, where were you going anyway?" he asked. I hesitated before replying.

"I'm on my way to my friend, Luke," I said. He nodded.

"I'll take you there. Can't get you mugged again," he said and offered his hand. I didn't take it.

"I'm fine from here, thank you," I said, and moved to the direction of Luke's. Jace kept up with me.

"Yeah, Red, you were doing amazing," he said, clearly sneering.

"Thanks, Blondie," I said and walked faster. He kept up.

"Please leave me alone," I asked and saw that I was close to Luke' house. I had to admit that I was enjoying myself. No guy has ever really done this to me before, but I knew this wouldn't last. I arrived at Luke's and opened the door.

"Bye, Red," he said. I was pissed by his arrogance but he wasn't bad. Maybe, we could be friends. Notice the 'maybe' in the sentence.

"Bye, Blondie," I said and slammed the door in his face.

So, first chapter, and please tell me if I should continue?