CLARY POV

I don't know how, but my cell phone survived. We found out that my name is Clary Fray. My best friends are Simon Lewis and Maia Roberts. I live with my mom. Oh, and I like art. I saw a few of pictures of stuff I drew. And I must say; I am amazing at art. I swear those are pictures from a museum. But I know they aren't. Isabelle Alec and Magnus gawked. Jace for some reason; just smirked.

Oh, and I absolutely, positively, hate Twilight, but the guy who plays Edward Cullen is 'smokin' hot' and 'fine' as well as 'totally sexy' and a lot of other words for hot. We found this stuff out by looking thorough my text history. Some other useless stuff like who's playing who in Hunger Games. Apparently my favorite book series. We tried phoning Maia and Simon, but no bars.

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After a long nap, I woke up in Izzy's room. She said everyone calls her Izzy. We tried to figure out where I came from, and my phone had no valuable information. I only knew my name, the names of my friends, who I lived with, and I like art. So, Izzy gave me a book of blank paper, a pencil, and Max's pencil Crayons. I picked it up, thinking about Jace offering to pose. I found myself taking him up on his offer, except, I would never tell him that. He was sleeping on the couch. A deep sleep, I could tell. Another useless thing to remember. How people sleep. I hate amnesia!

I sat down in the rocking chair next to him, and started to sketch him, lying down on the couch with the light of dawn leaking in the curtains and lighting up his face. I sat there until it was fully bright outside, then walked back into Izzy's room. (I was starting to call it our room even though I met her like, 5 hours ago).

I sat on the bed and looked at the wilderness outside the window. If I was caught drawing I needed to show them something. So I sketched, and I coloured, and I shaded. This took about an hour, and when I stopped I realized Izzy was sitting on the bed behind me watching. I turned bright red. I knew my drawing was accurate, maybe perfect, but decided to be modest.

"That's amazing." She said quietly, mesmerized. I got redder.

"It's nothing," I murmured.

"Nothing! It's amazing! That is like, better than a museum! You should sell your art! I bet you'd get rich! Boys! Get in here!" she didn't bother saying all of the names. The guys were already up, and dressed. Jace was wearing a white muscle shirt, and baggy blue jeans. Alec was wearing a grey sweatshirt, and the same baggy jean as Jace. Magnus was wearing a flowing purple tank-top, and dark blue skinny-jeans. His hair was black with purple streaks and glitter today. His cat eyes surrounded with thick eye-liner. I don't know how, but he looked good in it. It would just be hilarious on Jace. I giggled at the thought.

"What?" Jace asked seeing that my gaze was directed at him.

"nothing." I replied.

"Come on. Tell me. Please?" he begged.

"Okay, well Magnus's clothes look good on Magnus –"

"Don't say it."

"You begged. Those clothes would look hilarious on you!" Magnus smirked, trying to imitate Jace.

"Why didn't you imagine those clothes on Alec?"

"Oh, I did, they wouldn't look too bad on him. Just best on Magnus. Oh, and you keep thinking that."

"I will."

"Iz, why did you call us in here?" Alec asked.

"Check out Clary's drawing!" I turned red again and handed over the sketch book. They all gawked. Okay, so I got that dear and fawn perfectly. No big deal right?

"Is this your first drawing?" Magnus asked.

"Yes." I said a little too quickly. They didn't seem to notice. I shoved the book under my pillow. First mistake.

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Izzy and I were at a little shop in Huntsville, where they sold clothes, and bathing suits. The guys were back at the cabin. Izzy's family was pretty wealthy, not rich, but still. I had three bikinis, one plain red, one black with a hot pink flower on it, and the third looked like paint was splattered on it. Yellow, green, blue, and red were the colours, with a white background. Two sundresses, both were the same design, except different colours. It looked tucked in at the bottom, and it stayed up by a strap around my neck. One yellow and one white. Of course we got a pair of sunglasses, earrings, and three totally cute headbands.

10 shirts, 5 skirts, 5 pairs of short-shorts, 2 pairs of converse. The first pair of converse is like a comic book. It had phrases like BAM! And HOO-WHOO! Written all over them. The other pair are black with 'this is not a shoe' written all over them. And we also got underwear, and push-up bras. "Jace will like them." She had said.

"Why would I care if he liked them?"

"I see the way you look at him. I just hope you don't have a boyfriend."

"Again, why would I care?"

"Because you like him. I can see it in your face; I can read you like a book. Well except for the whole amnesia-thing. That's just confusing. But Jace can probably read you as well, unless…" She was Babbling so I ignored her. I do not like Jace. I barley know who he is. Heck, I barley know who I am. In other words, no dating until this amnesia thing blows over.

We were back at the cabin getting ready to go swimming. I had on my new splattered bikini, and Jace made one of those rude 'I'm hitting on you' whistles. He was surprisingly good at it. I wondered how many girls had got that from him. After surviving our way down death hill; we walked off of the dock, into the cool, but warm water of the lake. Small Clam Lake was the name of it. We were all about waist-deep in the water, when Jace pulled a dock spider the size of my hand from behind his back.

"AAAHHHH!" Izzy screeched, and cursed a few times. I calmly picked it up out of Jace's hand.

"Don't hurt it. Izzy's probably going to put the poor thing n shock."

"I'm going to put it in shock? Those things bite, for crying out loud! How can you hold that little beast?"

"It's not going to bite." Great. So I remembered dock spiders don't bite. How so very useful. I put it down on the dock, and it scurried away. "Come on!" I called to everyone, and ducked under the water, swimming far enough out in the lake so that even Alec could touch the bottom.

"Is this as far you'll go out princess?" Asked Jace. I laughed in response, and raced him to the other side of the lake. I didn't remember how to swim, but it came naturally. I beat him to the other side, but only just. We were both out of breath, since we just swam across the whole lake.

I looked out into shore, and found that there were seven cabins. The biggest was the second, although the first looked like the newest. After the second cabin there was an open garage filled with extra supplies. Life jackets, picnic tables, and other junk. The sign red 'Bennett's Beehive Cottages'. There is a small park for little children, a long dock, frog pond, horseshoes game posts, and a volleyball court. There was a bunch of people hanging around, and two girls just talking in a tree. I couldn't help but notice a kid, about two years or so older than them looking around and shouting "Rebecca? Katie?" the girls giggled. I guess that was they're names.

"Come on." Jace pulled me to the park that looked like it was for ages 5-9. He got up in the small area, you know in parks where they have a few climbing things leading up to a platform with a roof? Well that's what it was. "Are you coming?" he asked me. I was worried it might not hold us both; I mean it was meant for two little kids up there. Not two teenagers. But I got up anyhow because someone started making chicken noises.

"Happy?" I asked him.

"yes." He smirked. I was still worried that this thing would collapse under our combined weight. "Now what I wanted to tell you: you realize when you put something under your pillow it means there's something in it you don't want other people to see? You might have done it subconsciously, but it was under your pillow."

I decided to play innocent. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean."

"No I don't." I said a little too firmly. He smirked at this.

"You took me up on my offer to model for you." Crap. "Although you could have waited until I was awake."

"Okay time to shut up." I proclaimed.

"HEY!" a man's voice sounded. We looked over to the source of the voice. "Haven't you read the sign? Age's three to ten. Are you ten? I don't think so." The man had dark hair and eyes. A lady was standing next to him, giving us a disapproving look. She was slim, with blonde hair, and blue eyes. In between them was a confused-looking little girl. She looked about seven. She had dark hair and eyes, like the man, but her face looks more like the woman's.

"What cabin are you in?" I was about to say we are from across the lake when Jace answered for me.

"Eight."

"There is no cabin eight. Where are you from? And why are you here?"

Jace answered again. "You act like you own the place. You can't just talk to us that way. It's a free country."

"Then perhaps introductions are in order. My name is Ken Bennett. This is my wife Tammy Bennett, and daughter, Kristen Bennett." Uh-oh. I covered Jace's mouth with my hand, and I could fell his smirk. Why does he smirk so much?

"I'm Clary Fray, and this is Jace Lightwood. Our cottage is from across the lake. Please ignore his previous comments."

Kristen looked up at her mom. "Mom are these people kissing up there?"

"No we were not. I barley even know him. He dragged me up here. Not literally, but still. We definitely were not kissing. We apologize for intruding your property Mr. Bennett, and promise it won't happen again." I felt a sudden pain in my hand. "Ow! Jace! Did you just bite me?" he shrugged and gave me a look that said 'maybe I did, and maybe I didn't.' then spoke.

"Do you own the trampoline raft too?"

"Yes, but you have permission to use it if you get off of out playground equipment." Tammy offered. We both got down. "And if you stay off of the playground,"

"AWWW!" Jace complained.

"Again please ignore this ignorant boy. Thank you Mr, Mrs, and Miss Bennett." I crouched down to the little girl as I said 'miss'. She smiled. "Jace, lets get back to the others."

"Race ya!" and he took off.

"No fair! Cheater! You had a head start!" but he kept running. We swam back across the small lake, again ended up out of breath. This time jace beat me.

"I win!" he gloated.

"We so tied! I beat you the first time!"

"tie-breaker tomorrow?" he asked, spitting into his hand and holding it out.

"Ewww!" Izzy complained. I spit into my hand and took his. He had a questioning look on his face. I don't know if I would have done that without the amnesia. But with it, I didn't care.

"Where are Alec and Magnus?" I wondered.

"They went after you into the lake, so did I, but they stopped when they got to the trampoline and went under." I guess she saw the expression on y face. I was scared for them. "There's air under it. Lots of space. Don't worry. I followed, but ditched when talking turning into making out. So… did you two do any of that yourselves?"

"No but the owner of the cottages wasn't very happy that we were on a playground made for kids between the ages of 3 and 10. Clary I told you we shouldn't go up there."

"You went up first and made chicken noises to get me up!" I exclaimed.

"Izzy? Who do you believe? Me, your own adoptive brother that has been in your house since he was ten, or the stranger?"

"I believe Clary." she said without hesitation. Jace made a fake look of shock and hurt. "We should go get the guys and head back up to the cabin I'll go." I didn't feel like talking about the notebook, so I went with her. Jace followed, giving me looks like 'you know you like me' and come here baby' like we've been dating for at least a year. I bet he's like that with everyone, and I'm nothing different. I'm nothing special to him. When he gets board he'll toss me away. Even though we're not dating.

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We were back at the cabin when Jace pulled me into his room, well Alec's but still.

"I can't take this anymore." And he kissed me.