Still extremely confused, fanfiction confuses me . Moving on, I would like to present my very first FANFIC. I except reviews and so on, but for those of you who will actually like this, do not expect me to update regularly. I'm still busy. Well, let's START! I would love to right in present tense, but sadly I make dreadful mistakes when doing that, so don't count on it. By the way this story was inspired by of course The Mortal Instruments and the book "This is what Happy Looks Like" by Jennifer E. Smith. The beginning may seem similar for those who have read the book, but I swear it is a different plot. Not that the email addresses are fake websites (or should be) because I don't want anyone actually searching these emails up. For your information the emails should still be fake.

This story will always and forever be rated T, though there will be M chapters and I will also warn you guys before an M chapter, it could be simple or a bit hardcore, depends where this story is going.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mortal Instruments or any of the content. I just make the stuff realistic

~* Chappie 1 *~

Cities were great, so alive and bustling with activity. As much as Clary wanted to live in the big city, she just couldn't. Clary's mom was insistent on keeping the only dry cleaners in the town going. Clary anxiously looked forwards to her senior year at the town's public school. Trying to break her tedious summer break; Wake up, help out at the dry cleaner's, get home and read. She wished for an occasional thrill. And it finally happened one day.

To: TheC'Fray
From: Pointy_Beak
Subject: (no subject)

Hey could you drop me off at the studio later today? My car is at the repair place.

Clary stared at her computer for a while, pondering whether or not to reply. The person could easily be a psycho-killer. Yet, Clary got a feeling the guy - or girl - just accidentally emailed her. She clicked the reply button before she changed her mind.

To: Pointy_Beak
From: TheC'Fray
Subject: Re: (no subject)

I think you got the wrong email. Whoever you are I'm definitely not going to drop you off at some studio.

Almost immediately, another email popped up in her inbox. Out of pure curiosity, she read it.

To: TheC'Fray
From: Pointy_Beak
Subject: Re: (no subject)

Sorry, got a new address and still getting contacts wrong.

Clary recalled what it was like first getting her email. The countless replies from strangers that were both polite and frightening. She felt a pang of sympathy for the guy, and stupidly replied once again.

To: Pointy_Beak
From: TheC'Fray
Subject: Re: (no subject)

It's fine, stinks getting new emails. Gonna have to add all those new contacts in :/ Sucks to be you.

As soon as Clary clicked send, she regretted it. Never. Talk. To. Strangers. Rule number one on her mother's one rule list. The clock beeped beside her, signaling that it was 11:30pm. She shut her laptop and placed it on the floor beside her bed. Clary bundled herself up in the thin linen. Not thinking much about the email exchange with "Pointy_Beak".

You like? I know very, very, VERY extremely similar to the beginning of "This is what Happy Looks Like" like I said, it shall change later. R&R, so excited to see the comments. Hopefully I'll update sometime this week. While editing this, I noticed... THE END OF THE EMAILS DON'T SHOW! Whatever... right? Extra message from later me:

All those viewers abandoning this story after only the first chapter, please READ ON! It gets good, I swear.

- That Piggles .3.