A./N/ This is my first fanfic. Ever. I've read them before but haven't written before. So… Review and tell me what you think. I will take positive and negative. I just want to know what you guys think. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot. The rest all goes to Cassandra Clare. I wish I was her, but alas, I am not.

Clary p.o.v.

I watch as my house burns in flames. My whole life even though I've only lived it for six years, burning to the ground. Silent tears stream down my face, while Luke, my step-father comforts my mom. She's trying to break away from him, to run back in and save the life she once knew, but his iron grip is keeping her away.

Because if she goes in there, she will die, trying to save my brother. She's screaming at Luke, pleading with him to let her go save her baby, but he won't let her. I just stand frozen, watching my life unfold.

"Please, Luke!" She cries. "Let me save him!"

"Jocelyn you can't do anything, there's no way to get to him!"

"Please…" She breaks down and stops struggling, just letting him hold her while her heart breaks apart.

I don't know what I'm doing until I've reached the open door. I can faintly hear the fire trucks sirens screaming, and Luke's yells, but none of it registers. All I'm thinking is, Jonathan.

My older brother, who was always there for me. I can't stand the thought of him dying.

I rush into the inferno that once was my house, screaming his name, hoping, searching for a response.

Before I know it, my vision starts going black from the smoke inhalation and heat, and my knees start to buckle. The last thing I remember before the darkness hits me is a strong pair of arms carrying me from the fire.

I wake up from my ever present nightmare. Even though it happened ten years ago the memory still haunts me. We moved less than a year after the fire. We all thought it for the best. Los Angeles was only filled with pain, and my mom though Brooklyn would be a better place to continue her career as a painter, and for Luke as a bookstore owner.

I look around my teal room, and down to my matching bedspread and wonder how my life unfolded like this. One second I was playing in the backyard, the next my whole life had changed forever.

I smack my alarm clock, the infernal thing, and get ready for my first day of junior year at St. Xavier's High School. I'm hoping it will be a good one. I get out of bed at search through my closet for something to wear. God knows that Izzy will still not approve.

Isabelle Lightwood has been my best friend since my first day of school ten years ago, alongside Simon Lewis, my other best friend. Izzy and Simon should be dating, but they neither has made a move, so for the rest of us, it's just torture watching them flirt all the time. Izzy is gorgeous, model pretty. She has ink black hair that comes down to mid back, brown eyes, and the most flawless skin. She's a tall, and very intimidating girl sometimes. She has every guy drooling over her all the time.

Then there's Simon, he's tall, kind of gangly, with brown hair, brown eyes, and glasses. He's rather cute, but he's like my brother and he and Izzy are totally different, which is why they are perfect for each other. He's in a band, though they can never keep the name, a gamer, not the best dresser, and is rather shy at times. Us three are all the same age, so we're hoping for some classes together.

Alec Lightwood is Izzy's older brother, who is going to be a senior this year. He's got the same inky black hair as Izzy, and piercing blue eyes. He's in a gay relationship with this guy Magnus since last year, but we all knew he was gay before then. Magnus is something else, if you want glitter, that's where you'll find it, with him, always.

I decide on some faded skinny jeans, one of my favorites, a Rolling Stones t-shirt, and my red converses. I leave them on my bed while I go take a shower.

Even in the shower the memory still tries to cloud my thoughts, I quickly push it away, not letting it break me down before the day has even started. I quickly shower, brush my teeth, and try to tame my wild fiery red curls that have gone haywire in my sleep. I brush them out as best as I can, then put my hair into a messy bun. I apply minimal makeup, not anything to extreme. Some mascara eye shadow to bring out my emerald green eyes, and some lip gloss. I quickly get dressed then look at myself in the mirror.

I'm a whole five foot nothing, flat chested, and have freckles, everywhere. Most people think I'm a nine year old when they see me, not realizing I'm sixteen. I sigh and grab my messenger bag and backpack, heading to the kitchen to the aroma of breakfast.

"Morning sweetie!" My mom cheerfully greets me, while eating her breakfast at the table. Luke also says hello while cooking at the stove. We live in a moderately sized apartment in the city, it fits our family, which is what matters. I grumble a hello while flopping into a chair.

My mother is gorgeous, people say we look alike, but I don't see it. I'm like the raggedy Anne to her Barbie doll. She's taller and leaner than I am, her hair a few shades darker, her eyes more mature. She's wearing her usual paint splattered overalls and a pencil in my bun to keep it in place.

Luke comes over bringing my breakfast and his own. Luke and my mother got married when I was two and Jonathan was three, Jon and I never knew our real father, but Luke has been our father for as long as we both can remember. He's got blue eyes and brown with grey streaked hair. He has been in my life since before either I or Jon was born, being friends with my parents before marrying my mom. He owns a bookstore right down the street from our apartment and is the proud owner.

I inhale my food and am quickly saying goodbye to them both before I'm out the door and heading to my car. My car isn't anything fancy; it's an old Ford Taurus, a sweet sixteen birthday gift from my parents. It isn't amazing, but it works. I put my bags on the passenger seat and get in. I turn on the car and pull out of the driveway, anxious to see the rest of my friends and see how this day goes.

The memory is still prickling my mind, but I push it away again.

I will not think about this. I will not think about it. I say in my head.

"It was your fault…" A voice in my mind says to me. I ignore it and keep driving.

"Your entire fault…" I ignore it again and try and calm my heart that started to pound in my ears whenever I think of that day. I drive into the parking lot and cut the engine.

"Well here goes nothing." I grab my bags and get out of the car.

A./N. Okay let me know what you guys think! Like/love/hate it, whatever you think. Just review and tell me! I know not much happened in this chapter, but I promise more will come, if you guys like it that is. This was sort of like a prologue with more of a chapter one feel if you know what I mean.

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Always,

Mari