Chapter One: Introducing Magnus

POV: Magnus

Disclaimer: All these characters belong to Cassandra Clare

I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror, my raven black hair lay limply down my face; colourless and unwashed. I was so tempted to just skip school but then I would have Emi; my social worker on my case again and I so didn't need that. Emi and I have a deal, as long as I go to school and get good grades then she doesn't bother me and that way I can live pretty much however I like. I finished putting on my make-up and attempted to spike up my hair to make myself look presentable. Once I was happy with my appearance I grabbed my sparkly purple shoulder bag and left for school.

(At School)

I was standing by the school gate waiting for my best friends Camille Belcourt and Roger Fell when I was pushed onto the ground roughly. "Sorry" a blond haired boy called to me before running to catch up to a girl with red hair; tied on pigtails. I glared at him for a second then scanned around for Roger and Camille, spotting Camille talking to a boy with brown curly hair and nerdy looking glasses; I walked over to greet her. " …. So you can help me?" She was asking the boy, looking up she saw me approach. "Magnus, this is Simon" she said gesturing to Simon. "Hey Magnus" Simon said shyly, I just waved to him. Turning to Camille he said, "Yeah I can help you just come to the library tomorrow after school okay?" "Sure, thanks" Camille replied and grabbed my arm; pulling me away. By this time Roger had caught up to us, and he and Camille were talking excitedly about a girl from the cheer leading squad but I only caught odd bit of the convocation. "She was pretty much begging for me to date her but who wouldn't" he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and Camille, catching the movement sighed. "At least try being positive Mags, you making me feel depressed" she said; irritation clear in her voice. "Hey don't be too hard on him, he can't help it" Roger said revering to my depression. I glared at him and walked off. The Bell rang and I checked my timetable, I had Art; "great I suck at Art". I thought moodily to myself, wow Camille's right; I do sound depressing. It took me a minute to realize I had passed my class "Great" I muttered to myself, today was so not going well.